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1 THOU hidden Love of God , whose height , Whose depth unfathom'd no man
knows ; I see from far thy beauteous light , Inly I sigh for thy repose : My heart is
pain'd , nor can it be At rest , till it find rest in thee . 2 Thy secret voice invites me
still ...
1 THOU hidden Love of God , whose height , Whose depth unfathom'd no man
knows ; I see from far thy beauteous light , Inly I sigh for thy repose : My heart is
pain'd , nor can it be At rest , till it find rest in thee . 2 Thy secret voice invites me
still ...
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3 I cried , in agony of mind , Lord , I beseech thee , save : ” . He heard me ; -Death
his prey resign'd , And mercy shut the grave . 4 Return , my soul , unto thy rest ,
From God no longer roam ; His hand hath bountifully blest , His goodness callid ...
3 I cried , in agony of mind , Lord , I beseech thee , save : ” . He heard me ; -Death
his prey resign'd , And mercy shut the grave . 4 Return , my soul , unto thy rest ,
From God no longer roam ; His hand hath bountifully blest , His goodness callid ...
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3 When through the deep waters , I call thee to go , • The rivers of woe shall not
thee overflow , · For I will be with thee , thy troubles to bless , * And sanctify to
thee thy deepest distress . 4 When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie , My
grace ...
3 When through the deep waters , I call thee to go , • The rivers of woe shall not
thee overflow , · For I will be with thee , thy troubles to bless , * And sanctify to
thee thy deepest distress . 4 When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie , My
grace ...
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2 Every note that cheers the vale , Every sweet that scents the gale , Every
blooming flower we see , Tells what joy we owe to thee . 3 Every breath that
heaves the breast , Every sound by voice exprest , Every thought the mind sets
free , Tells ...
2 Every note that cheers the vale , Every sweet that scents the gale , Every
blooming flower we see , Tells what joy we owe to thee . 3 Every breath that
heaves the breast , Every sound by voice exprest , Every thought the mind sets
free , Tells ...
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S . Stennett 81 Montgomery 559 W. J. Irons 565 .Kelly 136 Beddome 491 The
Saviour calls — let every ear The sons of Israel stand alone The voice of love ,
the voice of power Thee we adore , eternal Lord ......... There was joy in heaven .
S . Stennett 81 Montgomery 559 W. J. Irons 565 .Kelly 136 Beddome 491 The
Saviour calls — let every ear The sons of Israel stand alone The voice of love ,
the voice of power Thee we adore , eternal Lord ......... There was joy in heaven .
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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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