Hymns for use in church, collected by H.W. Burrows |
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Side 17
... thought the sufferer 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 ...
... thought the sufferer 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 ...
Side 48
... thoughts surveys . Wake , and lift up thyself , my heart , And with the angels bear thy part , Who all night long unwearied sing , High praise to the eternal King . I wake , I wake , ye heavenly choir , May your devotion me inspire ...
... thoughts surveys . Wake , and lift up thyself , my heart , And with the angels bear thy part , Who all night long unwearied sing , High praise to the eternal King . I wake , I wake , ye heavenly choir , May your devotion me inspire ...
Side 49
... thought . New mercies , each returning day , Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past , new sins forgiven , New thoughts of God , new hopes of heaven . To God the Father , God the Son , And God the Spirit , Three in One , Be ...
... thought . New mercies , each returning day , Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past , new sins forgiven , New thoughts of God , new hopes of heaven . To God the Father , God the Son , And God the Spirit , Three in One , Be ...
Side 51
... thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest , No powers of darkness me molest . ] Praise God from Whom all ... thought , how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast . Abide with me from morn till eve , For without Thee I ...
... thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest , No powers of darkness me molest . ] Praise God from Whom all ... thought , how sweet to rest For ever on my Saviour's breast . Abide with me from morn till eve , For without Thee I ...
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... thoughts impure and vain , Draw our souls to earth again . Rather lift them to the skies , Where our much - loved treasure lies ; Help us in our daily strife , Make us struggle into life . Holy Father , Holy Son , Holy Spirit , Three in ...
... thoughts impure and vain , Draw our souls to earth again . Rather lift them to the skies , Where our much - loved treasure lies ; Help us in our daily strife , Make us struggle into life . Holy Father , Holy Son , Holy Spirit , Three in ...
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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...