Què en diuen els usuaris - Escriviu una ressenya
No hem trobat cap ressenya als llocs habituals.
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blessing blood chog Christ dah go doo kah doon duh mah duh mo dush earth faith gain gait give grace heart heaven heavenly HYMN Ish pe ming Je sus Jesus kah ge nig Keen Kuh ke nuh live Lord mah moo yuh mo win nain duh neen Ning uh noo je mo noon Noong oom nuh guh nuh wah NUHGUHMOWIN nung praise rise Saviour shin shkah shkuh sinners soul sound Spirit thee thou uh keeng wah buh wee doo yaig yong yook yung zhah zhuh wain
Pàgina 158 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Pàgina 60 - I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Pàgina 124 - OGOD, our Help in ages past, Our Hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal Home...
Pàgina 58 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep we strayed, He brought us to His fold again.
Pàgina 68 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...
Pàgina 54 - MY God ! the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights.
Pàgina 18 - Come, O thou Traveller unknown, Whom still I hold, but cannot see ; My company before is gone, And I am left alone with Thee ; With Thee all night I mean to stay, And wrestle till the break of day.
Pàgina 160 - LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye : 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God before whose sight The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there ; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear.