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1 “ WE'VE no abiding city here ; ' · This may distress the worldly mind , But should
not cost the saint a tear , Who hopes a better rest to find . 2 “ We've no abiding city
here ; ” Sad truth , were this to be our home ; But let this truth our spirits cheer ...
1 “ WE'VE no abiding city here ; ' · This may distress the worldly mind , But should
not cost the saint a tear , Who hopes a better rest to find . 2 “ We've no abiding city
here ; ” Sad truth , were this to be our home ; But let this truth our spirits cheer ...
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1 - WE'VE no abiding city here ; ” This may distress the worldly mind , But should
not cost the saint a tear , Who hopes a better rest to find . 2 “ We've no abiding city
here ; ” Sad truth , were this to be our home ; But let this truth our spirits cheer ...
1 - WE'VE no abiding city here ; ” This may distress the worldly mind , But should
not cost the saint a tear , Who hopes a better rest to find . 2 “ We've no abiding city
here ; ” Sad truth , were this to be our home ; But let this truth our spirits cheer ...
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1 O WHERE shall rest be found , Rest for the weary soul ? ' Twere vain the
ocean's 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 .
1 O WHERE shall rest be found , Rest for the weary soul ? ' Twere vain the
ocean's 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 .
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L.M.- " Return unto thy rest , O my soul . " Ps . cxvi . 7 . 1 RETURN , my soul , unto
thy rest , From vain pursuits and maddening cares , From lonely woes that wring
thy breast , The world's allurements , Satan's snares . 2 Return unto thy rest , my ...
L.M.- " Return unto thy rest , O my soul . " Ps . cxvi . 7 . 1 RETURN , my soul , unto
thy rest , From vain pursuits and maddening cares , From lonely woes that wring
thy breast , The world's allurements , Satan's snares . 2 Return unto thy rest , my ...
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Rest from sin , and rest from pains , Endless joys and endless praise . 561 . For
Sunday or charity schools . 1 HEAR , Lord , the song of praise and prayer In
heaven thy dwelling - place , From children made the public care , And taught to
seek ...
Rest from sin , and rest from pains , Endless joys and endless praise . 561 . For
Sunday or charity schools . 1 HEAR , Lord , the song of praise and prayer In
heaven thy dwelling - place , From children made the public care , And taught to
seek ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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
Pasajes populares
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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