Psalms and Hymns: Selected and Arranged for the Use of All-Saints' Church, Grosvenor Square, Manchester

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J. Gleave, 1820 - 468 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 310 - Look ! how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Pàgina 184 - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
Pàgina 282 - GOD of my life, to thee I call ! Afflicted, at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor?
Pàgina 277 - And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey ; Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...
Pàgina 462 - GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Pàgina 14 - BEHOLD the morning sun Begins his glorious way ! His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light ; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.
Pàgina 87 - 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 171 - HE dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around ! A solemn darkness veils the skies ! A sudden trembling shakes the ground...
Pàgina 140 - Jesus ! the Name that charms our fears, That bids our sorrows cease ; 'Tis music in the sinner's ears ; Tis life, and health, and peace.
Pàgina 9 - My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.

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