A collection of hymns, with several translations from the hymn-book of the Moravian brethrenJames Hutton, 1742 - 818 páginas |
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... Guilt . 4 Acquainted he with deepest Grief , Our Sorrows bore , and as a Thief Hung on th ' accursed Tree ; In him the faireft Son of Men , Nor Form , nor Comeliness was seen , O Depth of Mystery ! 5 He kindly took our Flesh and Blood ...
... Guilt . 4 Acquainted he with deepest Grief , Our Sorrows bore , and as a Thief Hung on th ' accursed Tree ; In him the faireft Son of Men , Nor Form , nor Comeliness was seen , O Depth of Mystery ! 5 He kindly took our Flesh and Blood ...
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... Guilt ; He alone my Debt could pay , Blotting it by Blood away . 5 Did it not to win my Heart Coft him deep and bitter Smart ? Can the Blood he fhed for me E'er enough exalted be ? 6 Brethren , let us never ceafe To declare this News of ...
... Guilt ; He alone my Debt could pay , Blotting it by Blood away . 5 Did it not to win my Heart Coft him deep and bitter Smart ? Can the Blood he fhed for me E'er enough exalted be ? 6 Brethren , let us never ceafe To declare this News of ...
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... all my Hope ; Eternal Ages fhall decide , Whether this Ground will bear me up . XXXV . HEnceforth , my Soul , thou dwell'st in At Jefu's Feet all Sorrows ceafe , Be never more dismay'd ! From Guilt , Fear , A Collection of HYMNS . 43.
... all my Hope ; Eternal Ages fhall decide , Whether this Ground will bear me up . XXXV . HEnceforth , my Soul , thou dwell'st in At Jefu's Feet all Sorrows ceafe , Be never more dismay'd ! From Guilt , Fear , A Collection of HYMNS . 43.
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Collection. Be never more dismay'd ! From Guilt , Fear , Paffion , and the Strefs Of all that might a Sinner prefs , His Blood thy Ransom paid . 2 Whatever Storms go o'er thy Head , Thou to this wretched World art dead , ( O fweet and ...
Collection. Be never more dismay'd ! From Guilt , Fear , Paffion , and the Strefs Of all that might a Sinner prefs , His Blood thy Ransom paid . 2 Whatever Storms go o'er thy Head , Thou to this wretched World art dead , ( O fweet and ...
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... Guilt and Mifery ; Thine we are , Thou Son of God , Take the Purchase of Thy Blood . 5 Who in Heart on Thee believes , He th ' Atonement now receives , He with Joy beholds thy Face , Triumphs in thy pard'ning Grace . 6 See , ye Sinners ...
... Guilt and Mifery ; Thine we are , Thou Son of God , Take the Purchase of Thy Blood . 5 Who in Heart on Thee believes , He th ' Atonement now receives , He with Joy beholds thy Face , Triumphs in thy pard'ning Grace . 6 See , ye Sinners ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Becauſe Behold bleeding blefs bleft Blifs Blood divine bought Breaft Caufe chearful Chrift Crofs Crofs's crucify'd dear deareſt divine doft doth Duft dy'd e'er elfe endleſs eternal ev'n ev'ry Eyes fafe Faith fave feel fhall fhed fhew fhine fhould fince fing fink flain Flame flaughter'd Fleſh fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet German give glorious Glory God's gracious Happineſs happy hath Heart Heav'n Hell himſelf holy Jefu's Blood Jefus kifs King Lamb Lamb of God Lamb's live loft Lord melt Mercy Mifery moft moſt muft myſelf Myſtery ne'er o'er Pain Peace poor Pow'r Praife Praiſe precious Blood Purchaſe Reft Righteouſneſs Saviour ſhall Shame Sinners Sins Smart Soul Spirit ſtill ſweet tender Thee Thefe theſe Thine Thing thofe Thou art Thou haft thouſand thro Throne Thy Blood Thy Feet Thy Grace Thy Love Thy Wounds Whofe World
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Página 22 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus ;" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Página 86 - How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered in thy bleeding side, Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live.
Página 22 - Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, For he was slain for us. 3 JESUS is worthy to receive Honour and power divine ; And blessings more than we can give, Be, LORD, for ever thine. 4 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.
Página 86 - I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood ; To dwell within thy wounds ; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be...
Página 100 - Lamb ; Worthy truth, great mystery ! By his blood salvation came : By his stripes my wounds are heal'd, By his death God's love reveal'd; We, once strangers far from God, Are brought nigh by Jesus
Página 51 - O fix my wavering mind ! To thy cross my spirit bind : Earthly passions far remove ; Swallow up my soul in love. 4 Dust and ashes though we be, Full of sin and misery, Thine we are, thou Son of God ; Take the purchase of thy blood ! 5 Who in heart on thee believes ; He th' atonement now receives : He with joy beholds thy face, Triumphs in thy pard'ning grace.
Página 87 - First-born of many brethren thou ! To thee, lo ! all our souls we bow : To thee our hearts and hands we give : Thine may we die, thine may we live ! 2-6s&4-7s.
Página 46 - A barren uncouth prospect yield. Clear'd of the thorns by civil care, A few less hideous wastes are seen ; Yet still they all continue bare, And not one spot of earth is green.
Página 13 - He never thought nor a&ed ill ; Why was He wounded fo ? 5. Alas ! I know the Reafon why : Our num'rous Sins He bore, This caus'd his bitter Agony, This wounded him fo fore. 6. But hence our Confidence begins; For we may boldly fay, That thus, by bearing all oar Sins, He took them all away.
Página 136 - Can any 111 diilrefs my Heart, Since God with his own Son did part ? Whate'er I want can't be deny'd, Becaufe for me the Lamb has dy'd. 8 Who can condemn, now Chrift has died ; I, by His Blood...