Sacred songs & solos nos. 1 and 2 combined. Compiled and sung by I.D. Sankey1882 |
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Side 4
... death to life at His call , Blessed salvation once for all 12 Tune - S . S. & S. , No. 12 . LET us gather up the sunbeams Lying all around our path ; Let us keep the wheat and roses , Casting out the thorns and chaff . Let us find our ...
... death to life at His call , Blessed salvation once for all 12 Tune - S . S. & S. , No. 12 . LET us gather up the sunbeams Lying all around our path ; Let us keep the wheat and roses , Casting out the thorns and chaff . Let us find our ...
Side 9
... death are waiting His com- mand ; Yet His tender bosom makes thee room- Oh , come home ! 29 Tune - S . S. & S. , No. 29 . BRIGHTLY beams our Father's mercy From His lighthouse evermore ; But to us He gives the keeping Of the lights ...
... death are waiting His com- mand ; Yet His tender bosom makes thee room- Oh , come home ! 29 Tune - S . S. & S. , No. 29 . BRIGHTLY beams our Father's mercy From His lighthouse evermore ; But to us He gives the keeping Of the lights ...
Side 12
... death I find , And cleansing through the blood . Love brings the glorious fulness in , And to His saints makes known The blessed rest from inbred sin , Through faith in Christ alone . 4 Believing souls , rejoicing go ; There shall to 12 ...
... death I find , And cleansing through the blood . Love brings the glorious fulness in , And to His saints makes known The blessed rest from inbred sin , Through faith in Christ alone . 4 Believing souls , rejoicing go ; There shall to 12 ...
Side 14
... Death and the curse were in our cup : O Christ , ' twas full for Thee ! But Thou hast drained the last dark ' Tis empty now for me : [ drop , That bitter cup , love drank it up , Now blessing's draught for me . Jehovah lifted up His rod ...
... Death and the curse were in our cup : O Christ , ' twas full for Thee ! But Thou hast drained the last dark ' Tis empty now for me : [ drop , That bitter cup , love drank it up , Now blessing's draught for me . Jehovah lifted up His rod ...
Side 16
... death in the " Mighty to Save . " 48 Tune - S . S. & S. , No. 48 . S WEET hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! That calls me from a world of care , And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known : In seasons of ...
... death in the " Mighty to Save . " 48 Tune - S . S. & S. , No. 48 . S WEET hour of prayer ! sweet hour of prayer ! That calls me from a world of care , And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known : In seasons of ...
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Sacred Songs & Solos Nos. 1 and 2 Combined. Compiled and Sung by I.D. Sankey Ira David Sankey Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018 |
Sacred Songs & Solos Nos. 1 And 2 Combined. Compiled And Sung By I.d. Sankey Ira David Sankey Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018 |
Sacred Songs & Solos Nos. 1 and 2 Combined. Compiled and Sung by I.D. Sankey Ira David Sankey Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2018 |
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angels art thou beautiful Behold blest bliss blood atones bright bring by-and-by Christ cleanse close to Thee coming nearer crimson tide cross crown dark days are going dear death Deliverer doth earth eternal everlasting Everlasting Love evermore faith Father fear feet fountain Friend gate glad glorious glory grace grief Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy Hosanna Jesus is coming King Lamb Lamb of God land life's light Look and live Lord meet mercy mighty mighty to save morning never nigh night o'er pardon peace pilgrim praise pray prayer precious blood ransomed rapture Redeemer rejoice rest river Rock Rock of Ages saints salvation Saviour shine shore sing sinner sins song sorrow soul Spirit stand sweet tears tell Thine Thou hast throne Thy love to-day to-night trust Tune-The Later voice waiting wandering wash watch weary wilt word
Populære avsnitt
Side 19 - 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.
Side 18 - 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.
Side 20 - Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide ; Oh, receive my soul at last ! 2 Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me.
Side 16 - WEET hour of prayer ! sweet hour i -3 of prayer ! That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known : In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer.
Side 66 - People and realms, of every tongue, Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name.
Side 24 - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one. Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
Side 77 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are still my own.
Side 44 - MY soul, be on thy guard, Ten thousand foes arise; The hosts of sin are pressing hard To draw thee from the skies. 2 Oh watch, and fight, and pray ; The battle ne'er give o'er; Renew it boldly every day, And help divine implore.
Side 25 - The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; Without our aid He did us make : We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
Side 40 - Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream, All the fitness He requireth Is to feel your need of Him: This He gives you, Tis the Spirit's rising beam.