A collection of hymns, with several translations from the hymn-book of the Moravian brethrenJames Hutton, 1742 - 818 páginas |
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Collection. 2 But till he come And fetch me home , Low at his Feet , With holy Shame I'll fit , And hearken to his Voice , Rejoice , And praise the Name Of that bleft Lamb , Who for me dy'd , And brought me to his Bride . 3 O Lamb , thou ...
Collection. 2 But till he come And fetch me home , Low at his Feet , With holy Shame I'll fit , And hearken to his Voice , Rejoice , And praise the Name Of that bleft Lamb , Who for me dy'd , And brought me to his Bride . 3 O Lamb , thou ...
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... the Means to move The Lamb , our dearest Friend thro ' Blood , Grace to bestow and ev'ry Good ; He's wonderfully prefs'd by Love . 4 And now we nothing can reply , But at thy Feet aftonish'd lie , And ask can't be , God's Son , That thou ...
... the Means to move The Lamb , our dearest Friend thro ' Blood , Grace to bestow and ev'ry Good ; He's wonderfully prefs'd by Love . 4 And now we nothing can reply , But at thy Feet aftonish'd lie , And ask can't be , God's Son , That thou ...
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... the Tree , Those Wounds did buy that Peace for me . 7 Lord ! I am Thine , then take me now , Lo , at Thy Feet my Soul I bow , Afham'd that I no fooner ran To Thee the Saviour of loft Man . XXIV . From the German . No. 1138 . 3 Vening ...
... the Tree , Those Wounds did buy that Peace for me . 7 Lord ! I am Thine , then take me now , Lo , at Thy Feet my Soul I bow , Afham'd that I no fooner ran To Thee the Saviour of loft Man . XXIV . From the German . No. 1138 . 3 Vening ...
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... Thy eafy Crofs , and follow Thee ? 6 Look down upon Thy Cloud of Witneffes , Which deems itself unworthy of Thy Grace , Which with the deepest Reverence and Shame Sits at Thy Feet and magnifies Thy Name , 7 With everlasting Mercy crown ...
... Thy eafy Crofs , and follow Thee ? 6 Look down upon Thy Cloud of Witneffes , Which deems itself unworthy of Thy Grace , Which with the deepest Reverence and Shame Sits at Thy Feet and magnifies Thy Name , 7 With everlasting Mercy crown ...
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... Thou dost want my Heart As thy Reward and Purchase dear , That Thou in Earnest art . 5 Come then , and take this Heart of mine , Come take me as I am , I know that I by right am Thine , Thou loving gracious Lamb . 7 Down at Thy Feet ...
... Thou dost want my Heart As thy Reward and Purchase dear , That Thou in Earnest art . 5 Come then , and take this Heart of mine , Come take me as I am , I know that I by right am Thine , Thou loving gracious Lamb . 7 Down at Thy Feet ...
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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...