A collection of hymns, with several translations from the hymn-book of the Moravian brethrenJames Hutton, 1742 - 818 páginas |
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... Lamb's whole Company , & c . ( Page 248. ) CALST # This is indeed what we believe ; and the Reader will obferve these two Points chiefly aim'd at , and running thro ' all the Hymns , viz . That Jefus Chrift is our Lord and God ; and ...
... Lamb's whole Company , & c . ( Page 248. ) CALST # This is indeed what we believe ; and the Reader will obferve these two Points chiefly aim'd at , and running thro ' all the Hymns , viz . That Jefus Chrift is our Lord and God ; and ...
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... Lamb once flaughter'd lies : Mighty Virtue comes from thence To perform that Lamb's whole Will ; Pain t'affwage , and Sin to cleanfe , And quell all the Pow'r of Ill . I H 2 XLII . .1 OW happy is the Heart , That puts its Truft in Thee ...
... Lamb once flaughter'd lies : Mighty Virtue comes from thence To perform that Lamb's whole Will ; Pain t'affwage , and Sin to cleanfe , And quell all the Pow'r of Ill . I H 2 XLII . .1 OW happy is the Heart , That puts its Truft in Thee ...
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... Lamb un - ey'd remain . 23 We the Lamb's happy Subjects are ; And fimply we our Gifts declare , Which he to us vile Duft imparts , Since his Love's Dart has reach'd our Hearts ; We fin would fee whole Troops from ev'ry Land Plac'd on ...
... Lamb un - ey'd remain . 23 We the Lamb's happy Subjects are ; And fimply we our Gifts declare , Which he to us vile Duft imparts , Since his Love's Dart has reach'd our Hearts ; We fin would fee whole Troops from ev'ry Land Plac'd on ...
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... Lamb's sweet Art Hath won my Heart ; His Voice I prov'd , I bow'd , believ'd and lov'd . John pointed out the Lamb That came ; There , there he is- The Sp'rit fays , Yes The Soul's in Fear- - Then Jefu's Self draws near . 6 The piercing ...
... Lamb's sweet Art Hath won my Heart ; His Voice I prov'd , I bow'd , believ'd and lov'd . John pointed out the Lamb That came ; There , there he is- The Sp'rit fays , Yes The Soul's in Fear- - Then Jefu's Self draws near . 6 The piercing ...
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... Lamb ! O Lamb ! fo greatly try'd , So griev'd and yet fo lov'd , My Heart's no longer mine , no , no ; ' Tis now the Lamb's approv'd : The Standard Crofs , the ftreaming Wounds Have claim'd it for their own ; The Wages now , the due ...
... Lamb ! O Lamb ! fo greatly try'd , So griev'd and yet fo lov'd , My Heart's no longer mine , no , no ; ' Tis now the Lamb's approv'd : The Standard Crofs , the ftreaming Wounds Have claim'd it for their own ; The Wages now , the due ...
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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...