The miracle and monument; or, The dead raised; the lost found; Hell defeated; and grace triumphantly displayed: a brief memoir of G. Rudman

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Houlston and Stoneman, 1852 - 30 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 20 - Thou hast redeemed our souls with blood, Hast set the prisoners free ; Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with Thee. 6 The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath Thy power ; Then shorten these delaying days, And bring the promised hour.
Pàgina 13 - 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.
Pàgina 18 - Tis midnight with my soul till he, Bright Morning Star ! bid darkness flee. 4 Asham'd of Jesus ! that dear friend,. On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name.
Pàgina 19 - Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name.
Pàgina 19 - Behold the glories of the Lamb, Amidst his Father's throne; Prepare new honours for his name, And songs before unknown. 2 Let elders worship at his feet; The church adore around; With vials full of odours sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. 3...
Pàgina 17 - tis a melancholy day To those that have no God, When the poor soul is forc'd away To seek her last abode. 2 In vain to heaven she lifts her eyes, But guilt, a heavy chain, Still drags her downward from the skies To darkness, fire, and pain.
Pàgina 19 - Ashamed of Jesus !— Yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! And oh, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me ! — AMEN.
Pàgina 13 - Begone, unbelief, my Saviour is near, And for my relief will surely appear; By prayer let me wrestle, and he will perform; With Christ in the vessel, I smile at the storm.
Pàgina 18 - Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Then come the joyful day, Come, death, and some celestial band, To bear my soul away.
Pàgina 9 - Nor pardons offer'd to the dead. Just as a tree cut down, that fell To north or southward, there it lies ; So man departs to heaven or hell, Fix'd in the state wherein he dies.

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