 | 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
...crofs of Chrift 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 ? ij. Were the whole realm of nature... | |
 | Collection - 1774 - 426 pàgines
...thecrofe-of Onaist my Gob ; All the vain things that charm me nfoft, I facrifice them to his blood. 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? •... | |
 | N Mosley Cheek - 1794 - 156 pàgines
...the death of Chrift, my GOD ; All the vain things which charm me moft I facrifice to Jefu's 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 Where the whole realm of nature mine,... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Isaac Watts - 1801 - 608 pàgines
...the death of Chrift, my God : All the vain things that charm me moft> 1 facriike 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 [His dying crimfon, like a robe,... | |
 | Jeremy Belknap - 1801 - 510 pàgines
...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,... | |
 | 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... | |
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See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown... 
