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Side 4
... dead which they contained before ; Prepare , my soul , to meet Him . [ The dead in Christ shall first arise , At the last trumpet's sounding ; P. M. Caught up to meet him in the skies , With ADVENT .
... dead which they contained before ; Prepare , my soul , to meet Him . [ The dead in Christ shall first arise , At the last trumpet's sounding ; P. M. Caught up to meet him in the skies , With ADVENT .
Side 8
... dead . Oh on that day , that awful day , When man to judgment wakes from clay , Be Thou , O Christ , the sinner's stay , When heaven and earth shall pass away . 6 L. M. The Lord will come ! the earth shall quake , The hills their fixed ...
... dead . Oh on that day , that awful day , When man to judgment wakes from clay , Be Thou , O Christ , the sinner's stay , When heaven and earth shall pass away . 6 L. M. The Lord will come ! the earth shall quake , The hills their fixed ...
Side 9
... dead . The Lord will come ! a dreadful form , With wreath of flame , and robe of storm , On Cherub wings and wings of wind , Anointed judge of human kind . Can this be He who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway , By power ...
... dead . The Lord will come ! a dreadful form , With wreath of flame , and robe of storm , On Cherub wings and wings of wind , Anointed judge of human kind . Can this be He who wont to stray A pilgrim on the world's highway , By power ...
Side 17
... dead , And triumph high they kept ; But on his blood - stained , stony bed , The Saint serenely slept ; Wrapped in the banner of the Cross , His all the gain — theirs all the loss . Lord , grant Thy grace , that we , Whate'er our lot ...
... dead , And triumph high they kept ; But on his blood - stained , stony bed , The Saint serenely slept ; Wrapped in the banner of the Cross , His all the gain — theirs all the loss . Lord , grant Thy grace , that we , Whate'er our lot ...
Side 29
... In the chamber of the dead ; By the mourners come to weep , Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! we know Thee now , Son of Man ! ' tis Thou , ' tis Thou . c 2 7s . 28 Bound upon the accursed tree , Dread and awful GOOD FRIDAY .
... In the chamber of the dead ; By the mourners come to weep , Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! we know Thee now , Son of Man ! ' tis Thou , ' tis Thou . c 2 7s . 28 Bound upon the accursed tree , Dread and awful GOOD FRIDAY .
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Hymns for use in church, collected by H.W. Burrows Henry William Burrows Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1855 |
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abide Alleluia Almighty Amen angels ASCENSION DAY behold beneath blessed Three blest blood Christ hath CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST comfort Cross crown day and death's dear death didst divine doth dread dwell Easter Ember Days endless eternity everlasting evermore faithful Father fear flow gates glad glorious glory given God the Father God the Son God's gracious grave grief Hail hear heart heavenly host Holy Ghost Holy Spirit honour Hosanna host Hymns joyful King of Glory Lamb let us adore lift light majesty mercies aye endure mighty morning mourn o'er pain Paraclete peace Psalm ransomed Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies solemn Songs of praise sorrow soul sweet tears Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy grace Thy love Thy mercy Thy presence Thy throne tis Thou triumph unto voice Whit-Sunday WILLIAM SKEFFINGTON ye heavenly
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Side 13 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Side 44 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Side 45 - GOD, that madest earth and heaven, darkness and light; who the day for toil hast given, for rest the night; may thine angel-guards defend us, slumber sweet thy mercy send us, holy dreams and hopes attend us, this livelong night.
Side 37 - 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...