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Church Pastorals: Hymns and Tunes for Public and Social Worship (1864)
Sin vista previa disponible - 2008
adore angels appear bear behold bless blest blood breath bright bring Christ CHRISTIAN Church CLOSE cross crown darkness dear death divine dwell dying earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flow forever Friend give glorious glory GOSPEL grace hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Jesus join keep King Lamb land light live look Lord meet mighty mortal never night o'er pain peace praise prayer promise race raise Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies song sorrow soul sound Spirit spread stand sweet tears Thee thine Thou Thou art thought throne thy grace thy word tongue trust truth voice wait wings wonders WORSHIP
Página 163 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose Blood can cleanse each spot O Lamb of God, I come...
Página 51 - A thousand ages in thy sight are like an evening gone, short as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away; they fly forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day. O God, our help in ages past...
Página 160 - 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 104 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours.
Página 160 - 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 175 - HARK, my soul ! it is the Lord ; 'Tis thy Saviour, hear His word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, ' Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou Me...
Página 328 - 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 128 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.
Página 29 - 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...