Hymns sung at Broad street church, Ramsgate, compiled by M. Daniell

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W. Thiselton, 1851 - 131 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 59 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name. 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.
Pàgina 38 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend : His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end.
Pàgina 22 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died"— they cry, "To be exalted thus :"— "Worthy the Lamb"— our lips reply,
Pàgina 10 - THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord ! In every star thy wisdom shines ; But, when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights, and days, thy power confess, But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
Pàgina 102 - Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; 4 There...
Pàgina 55 - MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine.
Pàgina 28 - rest, That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Pàgina 69 - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Pàgina 110 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Pàgina 36 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.

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