Hva folk mener - Skriv en omtale
Vi har ikke funnet noen omtaler på noen av de vanlige stedene.
Andre utgaver - Vis alle
angels appear bear Behold blessed blest bliss blood breast bright bring cheer child Christ clouds comes cross crown dark dead dear death delight died divine dwell dying earth earthly eternal everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feel flow give glad glorious glory God's grace gracious hand happy hast hath head hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour Jesus keep kind King Lamb land leads leave light lives Lord meet morning never night o'er once pain peace praise reign rest rise saints Saviour shalt shine sing sinners sins sleep song soon sorrow soul spirit streams sure sweet tears tell Thee thine things Thou Thou art thought throne Thy love unto voice wait wandering weary
Side 4 - 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.
Side 35 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Side 153 - 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 143 - Prince of peace ! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings : Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Side 166 - Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me ? 2 I deliver'd thee when bound, And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound ; Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turn'd thy darkness into light. 3 Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare ? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee.
Side 104 - 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 103 - White in his blood most precious, Till not a spot remains. 2 I lay my wants on Jesus ; All fulness dwells in him ; He heals all my diseases, He doth my soul redeem. I lay my griefs on Jesus, My burdens and my cares; He from them all releases, He all my sorrows shares. 3 I rest my soul on Jesus, This weary soul of mine ; His right hand me embraces, I on his breast recline. I love the name of Jesus, Immanuel, Christ, the Lord; Like fragrance on the breezes, His name abroad is poured.
Side 216 - Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.