 | Hymns - 1772 - 320 pàgines
...crofs of Chrift my God ; All the vain things that charm me moft, • I facrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? ij. Were the whole realm of nature... | |
 | N Mosley Cheek - 1794 - 156 pàgines
...the death of Chrift, my GOD ; All the vain things which charm me moft I facrifice to Jefu's blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet, Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown? 4 Where the whole realm of nature mine,... | |
 | John Wesley - 1790 - 736 pàgines
...beneath my load of fin. I longed to fee that glorious face that had once ftreamed with blood for me. " See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet, Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ?" The glorious Sun of Righteoufnefs does... | |
 | Isaac Watts - 1801 - 608 pàgines
...the death of Chrift, my God : All the vain things that charm me moft> 1 facriike them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er fuch love and forrow meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? 4 [His dying crimfon, like a robe,... | |
 | Jeremy Belknap - 1801 - 510 pàgines
...the death of Chrifl, my God ; AJ1 the vain things that charm ma molt, I ftcrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er fuch love and for row meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? 4 His dying crimfon, like a robe,... | |
 | Jeremy Belknap - 1801 - 558 pàgines
...the death of Chrift, my God ; All the vain things that charm me moft, I facrifice them to his blood. See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er fuch love and forrow.meet ? Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? His dying crimfon, like a robe, Spreads... | |
 | 1802 - 384 pàgines
...them to his blood. j. See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down '. 19 Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? [4. His dymg crimson like a robe Spreads o'er his b..dy on the tree, The.i am I dead to all the globe, And... | |
 | Hull Holy Trinity - 1803 - 72 pàgines
...the death of Chrift, my God, All the vain things that charm me molt I facrifice them to thy blood. See from his head, his hands, his feet Sorrow and love flow mingled down, Did e'er fuch love or forrow meet, Or thorns compofe fo rich a crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine That... | |
 | Ralph Williston - 1806 - 436 pàgines
...vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3. See ! from his head, his hands, and feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er...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,... | |
 | Jeremy Belknap - 1812 - 530 pàgines
...the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and...crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the tree ; Then am I dead^to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me. 5 Were the whole realm of nature... | |
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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 his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow... 
