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adore almighty angels behold bless blest bliss breast breath Christ crown death doth dwell dying earth endless ESUS eternal everlasting everlasting love eyes faith Father fear feel forever give grief happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell Holy Ghost hope Hosanna humble impart Jehovah Jesus joyful King Lamb Lamb of God let thy light live Lord love divine mighty never night o'er P. M. 6 lines pain pardon peace perfect pray prayer proclaim promise ransom'd rapture receive Redeemer reign rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sov'reign speak sweet thee thine thou art thou hast thy blood thy face thy glory thy grace thy gracious thy hand thy love thy mercy thy name thy power thy praise thy Spirit thy throne thy word thyself truth voice wilt wings
Página 297 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, . The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice And cry,
Página 368 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Página 16 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy Love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Página 9 - 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,
Página 5-83 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
Página 523 - Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; Both speed them to their source : So a soul, that's born of God, Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace.
Página 161 - Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be, till I die.
Página 570 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.