Hymns and Spiritual Songs: In Three Books. ... By I. Watts, Parte4
W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Buckland, G. Keith, L. Hawes W. Clarke & B. Collins [and 3 others in London], 1773 - 338 páginas
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Página 107 - But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.
Página 185 - Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer : The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and Thy victory too. 4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here. Then God the Judge shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.
Página 111 - Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see ; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire : Come, my dear Jesus ! from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love.
Página 18 - Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise.
Página 169 - I fly to thee, my Lord ; And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief assuage ; Here I behold my Saviour's face, Almost in every page.
Página 197 - Great GOD ! Thy sovereign power impart To give Thy word success ; Write Thy salvation in my heart, And make me learn Thy grace. 5 Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high, There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.
Página 165 - To an immortal tune ; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done.
Página 103 - Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb ? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume.
Página xxiii - He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! / 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight.