A collection of hymns and sacred poemsGeorge Bonham. And sold by S. Edwards, 1779 - 178 páginas |
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... thoufand new born babes are dead By fatal union to their head . ; 3. But whilst our fpirits , fill'd with awe , Behold the terrors of Thy law We fing the honours of Thy grace , That fent to fave our ruin'd race . We fing Thine ...
... thoufand new born babes are dead By fatal union to their head . ; 3. But whilst our fpirits , fill'd with awe , Behold the terrors of Thy law We fing the honours of Thy grace , That fent to fave our ruin'd race . We fing Thine ...
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... thoufand thro ' the skies . 2. Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r , Their motions fpeak thy skill ; And on the wings of ev'ry hour , We read thy patience still : 3 . But when we view the great design To fave rebellious worms ; Where ...
... thoufand thro ' the skies . 2. Thofe mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r , Their motions fpeak thy skill ; And on the wings of ev'ry hour , We read thy patience still : 3 . But when we view the great design To fave rebellious worms ; Where ...
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... thoufand beauties , fhine The filent grove and awful shade Proclaim Thy pow'r divine . 5. From tree to tree a conftant hymn ; Employs the feather'd throng ; To Thee their chearful notes they fwell , And chaunt their grateful fong ...
... thoufand beauties , fhine The filent grove and awful shade Proclaim Thy pow'r divine . 5. From tree to tree a conftant hymn ; Employs the feather'd throng ; To Thee their chearful notes they fwell , And chaunt their grateful fong ...
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... thoufand fnares attend us round , And yet fecure we ftand . 2. The ev'ning refts our weary head , And angels guard the room ; We wake , and we admire the bed , That was not made our tomb . 3. The rifing morning can't affure That we ...
... thoufand fnares attend us round , And yet fecure we ftand . 2. The ev'ning refts our weary head , And angels guard the room ; We wake , and we admire the bed , That was not made our tomb . 3. The rifing morning can't affure That we ...
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... thoufand faults Can bear a juft defence . 3. Strong is His arm , His heart is wife ; What vain prefumers dare Against their maker's hand to rife , Or tempt th ' unequal war ? 14. Mountains , by His almighty wrath , From their old feats ...
... thoufand faults Can bear a juft defence . 3. Strong is His arm , His heart is wife ; What vain prefumers dare Against their maker's hand to rife , Or tempt th ' unequal war ? 14. Mountains , by His almighty wrath , From their old feats ...
Términos y frases comunes
adore Almighty angels Behold bleffings bleft blifs blood chearful CHRIST crofs darkneſs dead dear death defcend defire divine duft dwell dy'd e'er earth endleſs eternal ev'ry everlaſting eyes face facred facrifice fafe faints faith falvation FATHER fave feaft feal fear feek fhall fhew fhine fhould fing finners fkies flain fleep fleſh fmiles fongs fons foon forrows foul fov'reign fpirit fpread ftand ftill ftreams ftrength fuch fweet glorious glory God's guilt heart heav'n heav'nly hell Hofanna holy humble immortal JESU's JESUS joyful joys juft KING light live LORD mercy mortal muft muſt o'er paffions pain peace pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe prefence raife raiſe redeeming reft reign rejoice rife SAVIOUR ſhall ſkies ſky ſtand tafte Thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe Thou thouſand thro throne Thy grace Thy love tongue triumph voice Whilft whofe wings wond'rous word wounds
Pasajes populares
Página 102 - Cease, ye pilgrims, cease to mourn, Press onward to the prize ; Soon our Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given ; All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven. Robert Seagrave. Title: "The Pilgrim's Song.
Página 46 - Prince of peace ! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings : Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Página 132 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all : — 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest ; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Página 80 - Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer : The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and Thy victory too. 4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here. Then God the Judge shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.
Página 15 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Página 43 - To feed the hungry, clothe the poor ; Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name, — 4 If love to God and love to men Be absent, all my hopes are vain ; Nor tongues nor gifts nor fiery zeal The work of love can e'er fulfil.
Página 24 - COME, let us anew Our journey pursue — Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear ; His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.
Página 24 - 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.
Página 130 - To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.
Página 72 - God appear ! 4 Yea, Amen ; let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne : Saviour, take the power and glory ; Claim the kingdom for Thine own, O come quickly, Hallelujah ! come, Lord, come.