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6 Happy the man who wisdom gains , Thrice happy ! who his guest retains ; He
owns , and shall for ever own , Wisdom , and Christ , and Heaven are one . 329 .
C.M.- Heavenly Wisdom . Prov . iii . 13-17 . 1 HOW happy is the man who hears ...
6 Happy the man who wisdom gains , Thrice happy ! who his guest retains ; He
owns , and shall for ever own , Wisdom , and Christ , and Heaven are one . 329 .
C.M.- Heavenly Wisdom . Prov . iii . 13-17 . 1 HOW happy is the man who hears ...
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5 O happy who are thus compellid To the rich feast by Jesus held ! Britain , thy
blessings know , and prize The light which liberty supplies . 359 . C.M. - Having
the Son , und Life in Him . 1 John v . 12 . 1 O HAPPY Christian , who can boast ...
5 O happy who are thus compellid To the rich feast by Jesus held ! Britain , thy
blessings know , and prize The light which liberty supplies . 359 . C.M. - Having
the Son , und Life in Him . 1 John v . 12 . 1 O HAPPY Christian , who can boast ...
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Happy , beyond description , he .. Happy man , whom God doth aid . Luther 67
Bp . Kenn 538 Cowper 176 Beddome 597 ... 330 Necdham 313 Il'esley's Col. 437
AUTHOR HYMN . Kelly Happy the man , who finds INDEX OF FIRST LINES .
Happy , beyond description , he .. Happy man , whom God doth aid . Luther 67
Bp . Kenn 538 Cowper 176 Beddome 597 ... 330 Necdham 313 Il'esley's Col. 437
AUTHOR HYMN . Kelly Happy the man , who finds INDEX OF FIRST LINES .
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Kelly Happy the man , who finds the grace Happy soul , thy days are ended
Happy the souls to Jesus join'd Hark ! a voice divides the sky Hark ! for the Great
Creator speaks ... Hark ! for ' tis God's own son that calls Hark ! my soul ! it is the
Lord ...
Kelly Happy the man , who finds the grace Happy soul , thy days are ended
Happy the souls to Jesus join'd Hark ! a voice divides the sky Hark ! for the Great
Creator speaks ... Hark ! for ' tis God's own son that calls Hark ! my soul ! it is the
Lord ...
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... by whose hand O had I the wings of a dove O happy Christian , who can boast
O happy day , that fix'd my choice O happy they who know the Lord O happy soul
, that lives on high O heavenly King Oh , help us , Lord ! each hour of need Oh ...
... by whose hand O had I the wings of a dove O happy Christian , who can boast
O happy day , that fix'd my choice O happy they who know the Lord O happy soul
, that lives on high O heavenly King Oh , help us , Lord ! each hour of need Oh ...
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adore angels appear bear Behold bless blest bliss blood breath bright bring cheerful Christ command crown darkness dear death delight divine Doddridge dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flow foes give glorious glory gospel grace gracious hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour humble Jesus join King land lift light live Lord meet mercy mind mortal never night o'er pain peace praise prayer presence proclaim raise reign rejoice rest rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine sing sinners sins skies smiles song soul sound sovereign Spirit spread stand sweet tears thee thine thou thought thousand throne thy grace thy name trust truth voice wait wings wonders
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Página 193 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile; In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; — The heathen in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Página 145 - Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through : Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield.
Página 204 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Página 8 - And press with vigour on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 ?Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high ; :Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye : 4 That prize, with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | A Collection of Hymns |
| Autor | Thomas Russell |
| Edición | 15, reimpresa |
| Editor | author, and sold, 1834 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 11 Dic. 2006 |
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