Hymns of the Church militant [ed. by A.B. Warner].R. Carter & brothers, 1858 - 652 pàgines |
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Pàgina 2
... dark abysm ; Closer death to my lips Presses the awful chrysm . Saviour , perfect my trust , Strengthen the might of my faith ; Let me feel as I would when I stand On the rock of the shore of death ; Feel as I would when my feet Are ...
... dark abysm ; Closer death to my lips Presses the awful chrysm . Saviour , perfect my trust , Strengthen the might of my faith ; Let me feel as I would when I stand On the rock of the shore of death ; Feel as I would when my feet Are ...
Pàgina 6
... Darkness be over me , My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'll be Nearer , my God , to thee , Nearer to thee ! There let my way appear Steps unto heaven ; All that thou sendest me , In mercy given ; 6 HYMNS OF Upward. ...
... Darkness be over me , My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'll be Nearer , my God , to thee , Nearer to thee ! There let my way appear Steps unto heaven ; All that thou sendest me , In mercy given ; 6 HYMNS OF Upward. ...
Pàgina 7
... dark or bending line Meets in the centre of thy love . With feeble light , and half obscure , Poor mortals thy arrangements view , Not knowing that they all are sure , And , though mysterious , just and true . Thy flock , thy own ...
... dark or bending line Meets in the centre of thy love . With feeble light , and half obscure , Poor mortals thy arrangements view , Not knowing that they all are sure , And , though mysterious , just and true . Thy flock , thy own ...
Pàgina 12
... so high • With praise shall ring , And all shall sing In harmony . The sun is but a spark From the eternal light : Its brightest beams are dark To that most glorious sight : There the whole choir , With one accord , Shall 12 HYMNS OF.
... so high • With praise shall ring , And all shall sing In harmony . The sun is but a spark From the eternal light : Its brightest beams are dark To that most glorious sight : There the whole choir , With one accord , Shall 12 HYMNS OF.
Pàgina 15
... dark my path , and sad my lot , Let me " be still " and murmur not ; Or breathe the prayer , divinely taught , " Thy will be done . " What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved , no longer nigh ? Submissive still I would ...
... dark my path , and sad my lot , Let me " be still " and murmur not ; Or breathe the prayer , divinely taught , " Thy will be done . " What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved , no longer nigh ? Submissive still I would ...
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Abba Father angels Art thou behold bless blest bliss blood breast breath bright Canaan canst Christ clouds crown dark dear death divine doth dwell earth earthly Eben-ezer eternal everlasting everlasting love evermore eyes faint faith Father fear feet foes give glorious glory God's gracious grief Hallelujah happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope hour Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God land light live look Lord love possess mortal never nigh night o'er pain peace poor praise pray prayer promise rapturous songs Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Satan Saviour seek shalt shine sing sinners sins skies song sorrow soul spirit stand strength strong to save sweet tears tempests thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thought throne thy grace thy hand thy love trembling trust unto voice wait weary weep ye saints
Passatges populars
Pàgina 5 - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Pàgina 334 - O thou by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way; The path of prayer Thyself hast trod: Lord teach us how to pray
Pàgina 137 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Pàgina 34 - See ! the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove : Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage ? — Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age.
Pàgina 164 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Pàgina 6 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Pàgina 199 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast.
Pàgina 163 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Pàgina 469 - Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come.
Pàgina 334 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.