 | Kenneth W. Osbeck - 2002 - 400 pągines
...altars slain Could give the guilty conscience peace, or wash away the stain. But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb, takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name and richer blood than they. -Isaac Watts Robert Lowry was a popular Baptist pastor in various churches throughout the East. In... | |
 | John Phillips - 2003 - 233 pągines
...only because they were symbols of Calvary. Isaac Watts concludes, But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Took all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. The blood of Christ is unique. In some ways it is similar to ours, but in other ways it has no equal.... | |
 | Henry Gariepy - 2004 - 373 pągines
...blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away our stain. But Christ, the heavenly Lamb. Takes all our sins...sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. Benediction of Peace 31 "The LORD blessyou and keep you." (Numbers 6:24) The apostle Paul reminds us,... | |
 | Janet Runion Patton - 2004 - 352 pągines
...of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins...sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than they. My Sunday school teacher walked by and smiled at me. When the line finally ended, the preacher went... | |
 | John Davey - 2007 - 404 pągines
...altars slain Could give the guilty conscience peace Or wash away the stain. But Christ, the heav'nly Lamb, Takes all our sins away; A sacrifice of nobler name And richer blood than they. My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While, like a penitent, I stand, And there... | |
 | H. A. Ironside - 2008 - 133 pągines
...believer can now say in the words of the well-known hymn: My faith would lay her hand On that blest head of Thine; While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. My soul looks back to see The burden Thou didst bear, When hanging on th' accursed tree, And knows... | |
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My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin. 
