 | Collection - 1767 - 216 pàgines
...hath done* Behold thy Sorrow, Sin, and Grief, •".-••-, . . Are laid on GOD'S eternal SON. II. See ! from his Head, his Hands, his Feet, Sorrow and Love flow mingling down, Did e'er fuch Love, fuch Sorrow meet, Or Thorns compote fo bright a Crown ? -III."Were... | |
 | Hymns - 1772 - 320 pàgines
...boaft, Save in the crofs of (Thrift my God ; All the vain things that charm me moft, I facrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine,... | |
 | Collection - 1774 - 426 pàgines
...corttempt on all my pride. Forbid it, LORD, 'that I mould boaft, Save in thecrofe-of Onaist my Gob ; 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingling down ! Did e'er fuch love, fuch forrow meet ? Or thorns compofe fo bright a crown ? 4 Were... | |
 | David Simpson - 1780 - 628 pàgines
...Chrift my God : All the vain Things that charm me mart, I facrirke them to his Blood. 3 See from hi Head, his Hands, his Feet, Sorrow and Love flow mingled down \ Did e'er fuch Love and Sorrow meet ? Or Thorns compofe fo rich a Crown ? 4 Were the whole Realm of Nature mine,... | |
 | Collection - 1792 - 370 pàgines
...Chrift my Goe!'? How vain thofe things which charm me moft, When I can feel thy cleanfmg blood ! 2 See from his head — his hands — his feet — -"•" Sorrow and love flow mingling down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet, Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown'? *' • i? •... | |
 | John Wesley - 1790 - 736 pàgines
...beneath my load of fin. I longed to fee that glorious face that had once ftreamed with blood for me. " See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet, Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ?" The glorious Sun of Righteoufnefs does... | |
 | Jeremy Belknap - 1801 - 510 pàgines
...boaft, But in the death of Chrifl, my God ; AJ1 the vain things that charm ma molt, I ftcrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er fuch love and for row meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? 4 His dying crimfon, like a robe,... | |
 | Isaac Watts - 1801 - 608 pàgines
...the Prince of glory dy'd, My richeft gain I count but lofs, And pour contempt on all my pride. 248 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? 4 [His dying crimfon, like a robe,... | |
 | Jeremy Belknap - 1801 - 558 pàgines
...the death of Chrift, my God ; All the vain things that charm me moft, I facrifice them to his blood. See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er fuch love and forrow.meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? His dying crimfon, like a robe, Spreads... | |
 | 1802 - 384 pàgines
...the death of Christ my God i All the vain things that charm me moit I sacrifice them to his blood. j. See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down '. 19 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? [4. His dymg crimson... | |
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Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to his blood. 3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow... 
