The Bible Hymn-book

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Horatius Bonar
Robert Carter and Bros., 1853 - 381 páginas

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Página 43 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 99 - Thy law's demands ; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and Thou alone.
Página 16 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road, That leads me to the Lamb.
Página 288 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Página 100 - SONGS of praise the angels sang; Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn. When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away : Songs of praise shall crown that day : God will make new heavens and earth ; Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
Página 169 - FROM 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.
Página 233 - JUST as I am, without one plea. But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God ! I come...
Página 374 - But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering, on the brink, And fear to launch away...
Página 74 - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the Cross I spend ; Life and health and peace possessing From the sinner's dying friend. 2 Here I'll sit, for ever viewing Mercy's streams, in streams of blood ; Precious drops ! my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God...
Página 63 - When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast.

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