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Village Hymns for Social Worship: Selected and Original, Designed as a ...
Sin vista previa disponible - 2017
angels appear awful bear Behold bless blest bliss blood breast breath bring Christ darkness dear death divine dwell dying earth endless eternal ev'ry eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flow give glorious glory gospel grace gracious grief guilt hand happy hast head hear heart heav'n heav'nly hell holy hope hour humble HYMN Jesus King land leads light live Lord meet mind mourn never NEWTON night o'er once pain peace pow'r praise pray Prayer raise Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine sing sinners sins skies smiles song soon sorrow soul sound Spirit spread stand sweet tears thee thine thou thought thro throne tongue trembling truth voice WATTS Wirksworth
Página 253 - 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...
Página 210 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought.
Página 368 - HARK, the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore : Hallelujah ! for the Lord God Omnipotent shall reign ; Hallelujah ! let the word Echo round the earth and main.
Página 445 - Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2. The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Página 215 - It can bring with it nothing, But He will bear us through ; Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe His people too: Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed ; And He who feeds the ravens, Will give His children bread.
Página 108 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there.
Página 29 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : His truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set.
Página 371 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.