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Pàgina 7 - 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 : Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, For he was slain for us.
Pàgina 8 - To be exalted thus :" "Worthy the LAMB," our lips reply, For He was slain for us.
Pàgina 237 - LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears...
Pàgina 132 - 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.
Pàgina 335 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Pàgina 62 - HOW beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill ! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal ! 2 How charming is their voice ! How sweet the tidings are ! — " Zion, behold thy Saviour King ! He reigns and triumphs here.
Pàgina 335 - Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Pàgina 140 - Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates," Ye everlasting doors, give way. 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene ; He claims those mansions as His right ; Receive the King of glory in. 4 Who is the King of glory, Who...