Hymns for Private Devotion: Selected and Original

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J. Hatchard and Son, 1827 - 192 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 68 - to thee for grace; Vile, I to the fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-lids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See thee on thy judgment throne— Rock of Ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee! Toplady.
Pàgina 112 - Watts. WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride. 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 bis blood.
Pàgina 113 - blood. 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 ? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine,. Demands my soul, my life, my all! HYMN
Pàgina 68 - the water and the blood, From thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power! Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked come to thee for dress, Helpless come to thee for grace; Vile, I to the fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die
Pàgina 149 - 2 Know, my soul, thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care, Joy to find in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what spirit dwells within thee, Think what Father's smiles are thine, Think that Jesus died to save thee: Child of
Pàgina 122 - rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in. Yes, and before we rise To that immortal state, The thoughts of such amazing bliss, Should constant joys create. The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets, Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets. Then let our songs abound, . And every tear be dry
Pàgina 77 - Watts. SHOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live; Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in thee ? My crimes though great, do not surpass The power and glory of thy grace: Great God, thy nature hath no bound, So let thy pardoning love be found.
Pàgina 29 - souls aspire With ardent hope, and strong desire. No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin nor death shall reach the place; No groans shall mingle with the songs, Which warble from immortal tongues. No rude alarms of raging foes ; No cares to break the long repose: No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon. Oh!
Pàgina 83 - dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb. HYMN
Pàgina 132 - the Star of Bethlehem. It was my guide, my light, my all; It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm of danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I 'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for

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