A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Congregation Assembling at Salem Chapel, Leicester: Intended as an Appendix to Hart's Hymns

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T. Bensley, 1829 - 208 páginas
 

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Página 129 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Página 55 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Página 1 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 94 - Fill our hearts with joy and peace; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace ! O refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness ! 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound ' May thy presence With us evermore be found ! 3 So, whene'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels' wings to heav'n, Glad to leave our cumbrous clay, May we, ready, Rise and reign in endless day !...
Página 34 - Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint ? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor!
Página 33 - Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?" 2 I deliver'd thee when bound, And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee.
Página 3 - GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land : I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
Página 7 - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Página 182 - MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour. And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favour, Rest upon us from above. 2 Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord ; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford.
Página 141 - 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. 3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4.

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