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adore Alleluia Amen angels behold bless blest bright Christ crown dark death Diocese of Canterbury Divine doth dwell eternal everlasting evermore evermore.—Amen eyes faith Father fear gates give glad glory God the Father grief hand hath hear hearts heaven and earth heavenly heavenly host herald angels sing Holy Ghost honour hope Hosannas Hymns Jesus joyful King King of Majesty Lamb Lamb of God Let Thy light live Lord love.—Amen mighty morning night night in heaven o'er peace praise Thee pray prayer Redeemer reign rest righteousness rise salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit sweet tears Thee.—Amen Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy blood Thy dear Thy face Thy feet Thy glorious Thy grace Thy holy Thy love Thy Name Thy praise Thy presence Thy saints Thy throne Thy word triumph truth unto voice weary wilt
Página 58 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory \ may not see; Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy, meuciful and mighty; God in three persons, blessed Trinity!
Página 10 - Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. Joyful all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Página 96 - Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.
Página 190 - From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's. isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown : The heathen in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Página 149 - A better country, that is, an heavenly." TITOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
Página 49 - Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire. Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Página 126 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.