Hymns in Large Type. Selected for the Use of the Sick and AgedJames Nisbet and Company, 1855 - 51 sider |
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... salvation yield , Streams of life , a plenteous store , And my soul shall thirst no more . 3 Jesus is become at length My salvation and my strength ; And His praises shall prolong , While I live , my pleasant song . 4 Praise ye , then ...
... salvation yield , Streams of life , a plenteous store , And my soul shall thirst no more . 3 Jesus is become at length My salvation and my strength ; And His praises shall prolong , While I live , my pleasant song . 4 Praise ye , then ...
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... salvation , My refuge in distress , What earthly tribulation Can shake my steadfast peace ? 3 The ground of my profession Is Jesus and His blood , Which gives me the possession Of everlasting good . 4 In me and in my doing Is nothing on ...
... salvation , My refuge in distress , What earthly tribulation Can shake my steadfast peace ? 3 The ground of my profession Is Jesus and His blood , Which gives me the possession Of everlasting good . 4 In me and in my doing Is nothing on ...
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... Salvation , and thy gates Praise . " -Isaiah , 1x . 18 . 1 HE EAR what God the Lord hath spoken : " O my people , faint and few ! Comfortless , afflicted , broken ! Fair abodes I build for you . Thorns of heartfelt tribulation Shall no ...
... Salvation , and thy gates Praise . " -Isaiah , 1x . 18 . 1 HE EAR what God the Lord hath spoken : " O my people , faint and few ! Comfortless , afflicted , broken ! Fair abodes I build for you . Thorns of heartfelt tribulation Shall no ...
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... salvation strong , Ånd streets of shining gold ? 3 O when , thou city of my God , Shall I Thy courts ascend , Where congregations ne'er break up , And Sabbaths have no end ? D 66 1 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom , HYMNS . 25.
... salvation strong , Ånd streets of shining gold ? 3 O when , thou city of my God , Shall I Thy courts ascend , Where congregations ne'er break up , And Sabbaths have no end ? D 66 1 4 There happier bowers than Eden's bloom , HYMNS . 25.
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... salvation wise , Oil in your vessels take ; Upstarting at the midnight cry , Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh . 2 He comes , He comes to call The nations to His bar , And raise to glory all Who fit for glory are . Make ready for your ...
... salvation wise , Oil in your vessels take ; Upstarting at the midnight cry , Behold the heavenly Bridegroom nigh . 2 He comes , He comes to call The nations to His bar , And raise to glory all Who fit for glory are . Make ready for your ...
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Side 9 - 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...
Side 8 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Side 18 - I LAY my sins on Jesus, The spotless Lamb of God ; He bears them all, and frees us From the accursed load. I bring my guilt to Jesus, To wash my crimson stains White in his Blood most precious, Till not a spot remains.
Side 34 - AWAKE, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lamb ; Wake, every heart and every tongue, To praise the Saviour's name. 2 Sing of his dying love ; Sing of his rising power ; Sing how he intercedes above For those whose sins he bore. 3 Sing on your heavenly way, Ye ransomed sinners, sing ; Sing on, rejoicing every day In Christ, the eternal King. 4 Soon shall we hear him say, " Ye blessed children, come ! " Soon will he call us hence away, To our eternal home.
Side 46 - Lord, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give.
Side 13 - When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
Side 19 - I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's Holy Child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
Side 5 - 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.
Side 47 - Saint after saint on earth Has lived, and loved, and died, And as they left us one by one, We laid them side by side ; We laid them down to sleep ! But not in hope forlorn — We laid them but to ripen there Till the last glorious morn.
Side 26 - Apostles, martyrs, prophets there, Around my Saviour stand : And soon my friends in Christ below, Will join the glorious band. 7 Jerusalem ! my happy home ! My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.