Hymns and Sacred Poems. [Selections, chiefly from the first collection.] |
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Not ev'n a Word or Look Do I approve or own , But by the Model of thy Book , Thy sacred Book alone . IV . Altho ' I fail , I wecp ; Altho ' I halt in Pace , Yet ftill with trembling Steps I creep Unto the Throne of Grace .
Not ev'n a Word or Look Do I approve or own , But by the Model of thy Book , Thy sacred Book alone . IV . Altho ' I fail , I wecp ; Altho ' I halt in Pace , Yet ftill with trembling Steps I creep Unto the Throne of Grace .
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ATHER of Light , from whom proceeds Whate'er thy Ev'ry Creature needs , Whole Goodness providently nigh Feeds the young Ravens when they cry ; To Thee I look ; my Heart prepare , Suggeft , and hearken to my Pray'r . II .
ATHER of Light , from whom proceeds Whate'er thy Ev'ry Creature needs , Whole Goodness providently nigh Feeds the young Ravens when they cry ; To Thee I look ; my Heart prepare , Suggeft , and hearken to my Pray'r . II .
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Thine Eye observ'd from far , Thy Pity look'd me near ; Me thy Bowels yearn'd to see , Me chy Mercy ran to find , Empty , poor , and void of Thee . Hungry , fick , and faint , and blind . IV . Thou on my Neck didit fall , Thy Kiss ...
Thine Eye observ'd from far , Thy Pity look'd me near ; Me thy Bowels yearn'd to see , Me chy Mercy ran to find , Empty , poor , and void of Thee . Hungry , fick , and faint , and blind . IV . Thou on my Neck didit fall , Thy Kiss ...
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Why do thy Garments look all red , Like them that in the Wine fat tread ? The Wine - press I alone have trod , That pond'rous Mass 1 ply'd alone , And with me to affist was pone : A Taik , worthy the Son of GOD !
Why do thy Garments look all red , Like them that in the Wine fat tread ? The Wine - press I alone have trod , That pond'rous Mass 1 ply'd alone , And with me to affist was pone : A Taik , worthy the Son of GOD !
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Thou my Pain , my Curse haft took , All my Sins were laid on Thee : Help me , LORD , to thee I look ; Draw me , Saviour , after Thee . II . ' Tis done ! my God hath dy'd , My Love is crucify'd ! Break , this stony Heart of mine ...
Thou my Pain , my Curse haft took , All my Sins were laid on Thee : Help me , LORD , to thee I look ; Draw me , Saviour , after Thee . II . ' Tis done ! my God hath dy'd , My Love is crucify'd ! Break , this stony Heart of mine ...
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Angels appear Beam Blood born Call ceaſe CHRIST Crown Darkneſs Dead Death Deſire divine dwell dy'd Earth endleſs eternal ev'ry everlaſting Eyes Face faint Faith fall Father Fear feel Feet Fire Flame Fleſh Friend ftill give glorious Glory Grace gracious Grant Hand hath Head hear Heart Heav'n Hell Help Holy Hope Hour HYMN impart Jesus keep Late lead Light live loft look LORD mighty Mind move myſelf Name Nature never Night Pain Peace Pity Place Pow'r Praiſe Pride prove pure raiſe receive reign riſe ſave Saviour ſee ſhall Sinners Sins Skies Sons Soul Spirit ſtill Strength taſte Tears thank Thee theſe Thine Things Thou art Thought thro Throne thy Love trembling Triumph true turn VIII Wants Wave whole whoſe Wings World
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Hymns and Sacred Poems. [Selections, chiefly from the first collection.] |
| Autor | John Wesley |
| Editor | printed in the year, 1747 |
| Procedencia del original | Biblioteca Británica |
| Digitalizado | 9 Abr. 2013 |
| Largo | 60 páginas |
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