The Plymouth Hymnal: For the Church, the Social Meeting and the HomeHerbert Vaughan Abbott, Lyman Abbott, Charles Henry Morse Outlook Company, 1894 - 597 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
A-MEN adore Alleluia AMEN angels Arthur Sullivan behold bless blest bright calm Charles Wesley choir Christ Church cres cross crown dark dear death divine dwell Dykes earth eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear feet foes forever give glad glorious glory grief hand hath hear heart Heaven heavenly Henry Smart Holy Ghost hope Horatius Bonar hymn Isaac Watts Jesus John John Stainer John Zundel Joseph Barnby King Lamb Lamb of God life's lift light live Lord Lowell Mason morning nigh night o'er peace Philip Doddridge Praise ye pray prayer Psalm redeeming reign rejoice rest righteousness rise saints salvation Saviour shine sing sins skies sleep song sorrow soul Spirit strength sweet tears Thee Thine Thomas Hastings Thou art Thou hast throne Thy grace Thy love Thy mercy Thy name tion toil trust truth tunes unto voice weary word
Pasajes populares
Página 212 - Cold on his cradle, the dew-drops are shining ; Low lies his head, with the beasts of the stall; Angels adore him, in slumber reclining — Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all.
Página 277 - Other refuge have I none, — Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me ! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Página 357 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Página 119 - I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Página 296 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 118 - ABIDE with me : fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Página 357 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream. Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Página 378 - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Página 345 - Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power : Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror.
Página 499 - Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels...