The Book of Praise from the Best English Hymm Writers

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Roundell Palmer Earl of Selborne
Macmillan and Company, limited, 1898 - 516 páginas
 

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Página 156 - ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ; Let the water and the blood From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Página 349 - I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say Behold I freely give The living water; thirsty one, Stoop down and drink, and live.
Página 451 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Página 426 - NEARER, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee...
Página 252 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Página 173 - There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Página 180 - God, our Help in Ages past, Our Hope for Years to come, Be thou our Guard while Troubles last, And our eternal Home.
Página 462 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day...
Página 1 - Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
Página 187 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.

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