 | 1824 - 636 pàgines
...respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone : Thou must save, and thou alone.] 3 Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy...thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Vile, I to the fountain fly : Wash me, Saviour, or 1 die ! ' if 4 While I draw this fleeting breath,... | |
 | Augustus Toplady - 1825 - 496 pàgines
...respite know, Could my tears for ever flow ; All for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy...to thee for dress, Helpless look to thee for grace : Foul I to the fountain fly, Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, While... | |
 | Select poetry - 1825 - 182 pàgines
...know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone : Thou must save, and Thou alone I Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I...Thee for dress : Helpless, look to Thee for grace Vile, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die. While I draw this fleeting breath, When my... | |
 | Robert Taylor Hunt - 1825 - 382 pàgines
...could not atone : Thou must save and thou alone. Nothing in my hands 1 bring, Simply to thy cross 1 cling; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace: Black, Ito thy fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! While 1 draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-strings... | |
 | 1825 - 232 pàgines
...grace ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die ! 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy Cross I cling: While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-strings break in death, When I soar to worlds... | |
 | 1859 - 632 pàgines
...Jesus precious to us now ? is He our only hope ? is the language of our heart like that of the poet ? " Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy cross I...thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die." If so, Jesus is ours, and He is glorified... | |
 | 1871 - 592 pàgines
...helpless sinners good." We must not mix our owa works with His. We must say with the immortal Toplady, " Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to Thee for dresa, Helpless, look to Thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die."... | |
 | Henry Forster Burder, Isaac Watts - 1826 - 476 pàgines
...'M All for sin could not atone.f ..m ..j toven Q Thou must save, and thou ^lonfl !r(ro.(-t ,o ,M'P 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, ' Simply to thy cross I cling; lf\ Naked, come to thee for dress; : ''•' Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Black, I to the... | |
 | Charles Jerram - 1828 - 332 pàgines
...blood, From thy riven side which flow'd, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and pow'r. Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I...thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; During the whole of this time, the selfabasement and deep humiliation of my beloved child were such... | |
 | John Rippon - 1828 - 604 pàgines
...'_•;, • •'' 'Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and thou alone. 3 Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to thy...cross I cling ; ''','• Naked, come to thee for dress i . Helpless, look to thee for grace';'1 * Black, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die... | |
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Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die. 
