The Christian Lyre: A Collection of Hymns and Tunes Adapted for Social Worship, Prayer Meetings, and Revivals of Religion, Volúmenes1-2Jonathan Leavitt, 1833 - 532 páginas |
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... holy ; I delight to feed my sheep . " 6. Christ alone , whose merit saves us , Taught by him , we'll own his name ; Sweetest of all names is Je- sus ! How it doth our souls in- flame ! Glory , glory , glory , glory , Give him glory , he ...
... holy ; I delight to feed my sheep . " 6. Christ alone , whose merit saves us , Taught by him , we'll own his name ; Sweetest of all names is Je- sus ! How it doth our souls in- flame ! Glory , glory , glory , glory , Give him glory , he ...
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... . 6. Then give all the glory to his holy name , To him all the glory belongs ; Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame , And crown him in each of your songs . 84 MENDON . 7. 6. 7. 6. 7. 8. 7. 5 * 53 33. In songs of sublime. ...
... . 6. Then give all the glory to his holy name , To him all the glory belongs ; Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame , And crown him in each of your songs . 84 MENDON . 7. 6. 7. 6. 7. 8. 7. 5 * 53 33. In songs of sublime. ...
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... Holy Dove ! return , Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . 5 The dearest idol I have known , Whate'er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee ...
... Holy Dove ! return , Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . 5 The dearest idol I have known , Whate'er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee ...
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... Holy Dove ! return , Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . 5 The dearest idol I have known , Whate'er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee ...
... Holy Dove ! return , Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . 5 The dearest idol I have known , Whate'er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee ...
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... Holy Dove ! return , Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . 5 The dearest idol I have known , Whate'er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee ...
... Holy Dove ! return , Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . 5 The dearest idol I have known , Whate'er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore angels behold bless blest bliss blood bove bright burst of joy Canaan Christ is best crown dark dear death divine dwell dying earth ed lay endless eternal eternal grace everlasting song eyes faith Father fear feet fill'd foes friends give glorious glory guilty Hail Hallelujah happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope HYMN Jesus joyful King Lamb Let thy light live Lord love divine Lyre meet mercy Mercy Seat mighty mountain mourn ne'er never night o'er pain pardon peace pleasure praise pray ransom'd rapturous songs Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise sacred sacred head salvation Savior shine sing sinners sins skies song soon sorrow soul sound Spirit Star of Bethlehem sweet tears thee thine thou art thro thy grace thy love thy name thy throne tongue trumpet tune twill voice weary wings ye saints
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Página 25 - Greenland's icy mountains, 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...
Página 123 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Página 25 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Página 9 - Thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on Thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die.
Página 133 - I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
Página 84 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee ! Take, my soul, thy full salvation ! Rise o'er sin and fear and care ; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee, What a Father's smile is thine, What a Saviour died to win thee ; Child of heaven, should'st thou repine?
Página 59 - Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Página 174 - His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice ; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice : I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear, No mortal so happy as I, My summer would last all the year.
Página 115 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite ! Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Página 102 - I'm constrained to be ! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee : Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, oh take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above.