 | Baptist union - 1882 - 148 pàgines
...ashamed I lie, Upward I dare not look : Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from Thy book. 5 Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt : And let His blood wash out ray And answer for my guilt. [stains, 6 O may I now for ever fear To indulge a sinful thought... | |
 | William Adee Whitehead - 1882 - 510 pàgines
...asham'd I lie, Upward I dare not look; Pardon my Sins before I die, And blot them from thy Book. V. Remember all the Dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his Blood wash out my stains. And answer for my Guilt. VI. 0 may I now forever fear T' indulge a Sinful thought,... | |
 | william a whitehead - 1882 - 508 pàgines
...asham'd I lie, Upward I dare not look; Pardon my Sins before I die, And blot them from thy Book. V. Remember all the Dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his Blood wash out my stains, And answer for my Guilt. VI. 0 may I now forever fear T indulge a Sinful thought,... | |
 | School and home - 250 pàgines
...ashamed I lie, Upward I dare not look ; Pardon my sina before I die. And blot them from Thy book. 5 Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let His blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt. 6 Oh may I now for ever fear To indulge a sinful thought,... | |
 | Roundell Palmer Earl of Selborne - 1898 - 550 pàgines
...While men and angels hear ? Lord '. at Thy foot ashamed I lie, Upward I dare not look ; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from Thy book ! Remember...dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let His Blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt ! Isaac Watts. 1715. ccxxi. Mercy alone can meet my case... | |
 | Helen Margaret Buss, Helen M. Buss, Judith Hudson Beattie - 2003 - 548 pàgines
...Jesus blood the language of the little hymn that perhaps you learned when young will suit your case "Remember all the dying pains that my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains and answer for my guilt,["] However guilty you feel yourself let it not hinder you... | |
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I lie ; Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt. 
