The Canterbury hymnal; selected by R.H. Baynes, Utgave 227 |
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abide Alleluia Almighty AMEN angels behold bless blest bright Christ crown dark death Diocese of Canterbury Divine doth dwell eternal everlasting evermore faith Father fear gates give glad glory God the Father grief hand hath hear hearts heaven and earth heavenly heavenly host herald angels sing Holy Ghost Holy Spirit honour hope Hosannas Hymns Jesus joyful King Lamb Lamb of God Let Thy light live Lord mighty morning myrrh night night in heaven o'er peace praise Thee pray prayer Redeemer reign rejoice rest righteousness rise salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit sweet tears Thee.-AMEN Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy blood Thy dear Thy face Thy feet Thy glorious Thy grace Thy holy Thy love Thy Name Thy praise Thy presence Thy saints Thy throne Thy word triumph truth unto voice watch weary wilt
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Side 60 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory \ may not see; Only thou art holy; there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All thy works shall praise thy name, in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy, meuciful and mighty; God in three persons, blessed Trinity!
Side 65 - 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.
Side 10 - Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth, and mercy mild, God and sinners reconciled. Joyful all ye nations rise, Join the triumph of the skies ; With the angelic host proclaim, Christ is born in Bethlehem.
Side 98 - Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.
Side 192 - From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 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.
Side 151 - A better country, that is, an heavenly." TITOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
Side 51 - Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire. Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Side 128 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Side 92 - Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts, Is more than conqueror.