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If in the night I sleepless lie , My soul with heav ' nly thoughts supply ; Let no ill
dreams disturb my rest , No powers of darkness me molest . HYMN 5 . IS there a
time when moments flow , More lovelily than all beside ? It is of all the times
below ...
If in the night I sleepless lie , My soul with heav ' nly thoughts supply ; Let no ill
dreams disturb my rest , No powers of darkness me molest . HYMN 5 . IS there a
time when moments flow , More lovelily than all beside ? It is of all the times
below ...
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Yet will there dawn at last a day ; A sun that never sets , shall rise : Night will not
veil her ceaseless ray , The heav ' nly Sabbath never dies . HYMN 6 . INSPIRER ,
and hearer of prayer , Supporter and Guardian of Thine ! My all to Thy covenant ...
Yet will there dawn at last a day ; A sun that never sets , shall rise : Night will not
veil her ceaseless ray , The heav ' nly Sabbath never dies . HYMN 6 . INSPIRER ,
and hearer of prayer , Supporter and Guardian of Thine ! My all to Thy covenant ...
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Hear the dying Saviour cry ! “ It is finish ' d ! ” Oh what pleasure Do those gracious
words afford ! Heav ' nly blessings , without measure , Flow to us from Christ the
Lord . “ It is finish ' d ! " Saints , the dying words record , Tune your hearts anew ...
Hear the dying Saviour cry ! “ It is finish ' d ! ” Oh what pleasure Do those gracious
words afford ! Heav ' nly blessings , without measure , Flow to us from Christ the
Lord . “ It is finish ' d ! " Saints , the dying words record , Tune your hearts anew ...
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Thither be all Thy children led , And let them all Thy goodness know . Hail ,
sacred feast , which Jesus makes , Rich banquet of His flesh and blood ! Thrice
happy he who here partakes That sacred stream , that heav ' nly food . Oh let Thy
table ...
Thither be all Thy children led , And let them all Thy goodness know . Hail ,
sacred feast , which Jesus makes , Rich banquet of His flesh and blood ! Thrice
happy he who here partakes That sacred stream , that heav ' nly food . Oh let Thy
table ...
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THERE is a house not made with hands , A lasting , heav ' nly home , And here
my watching spirit stands , Till God shall bid it come . Shortly this prison of my
clay Must be dissolv ' d and fall : Then , O my soul ! with joy obey Thy heav ' nly ...
THERE is a house not made with hands , A lasting , heav ' nly home , And here
my watching spirit stands , Till God shall bid it come . Shortly this prison of my
clay Must be dissolv ' d and fall : Then , O my soul ! with joy obey Thy heav ' nly ...
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Página 49 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Página 48 - GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land : I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
Página 6 - Star of the East, the horizon adorning, guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid. 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 38 - GREAT God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created ! The Judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated ! The trumpet sounds ; the graves restore The dead which they contained before ; Prepare, my soul, to meet Him...
Página 158 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.
Página 157 - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
Página 190 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 126 - One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death : One army of the living God, To His command we bow ; Part of His host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Página 122 - Paschal Lamb ! by God appointed, All our sins on Thee were laid : By Almighty love anointed, Thou hast full atonement made. All Thy people are forgiven Through the virtue of Thy blood ; Opened is the gate of heaven ; Peace is made 'twixt man and God.
Página 88 - 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...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Hymns for the lifting up of the hearts of God's people [ed. by F. Ford]. |
| Autor | Hymns |
| Editor | Frederick Ford |
| Publicado | 1834 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Oxford |
| Digitalizado | 5 Abr. 2006 |
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