A Selection of Psalms and Hymns, arranged for the public services of the Church of England. Compiled by the Revs. C. Hesketh ... J. Jackson ... B. S. Clarke ... and B. SwiftCharles HESKETH A. Hall & Company, 1858 - 546 sider |
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... have no weight , and tears no bitterness : Where is death's sting ? where , grave , thy victory ? I triumph still , if Thou abide with me . ] 5 Reveal Thyself before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom , and point me to the skies ...
... have no weight , and tears no bitterness : Where is death's sting ? where , grave , thy victory ? I triumph still , if Thou abide with me . ] 5 Reveal Thyself before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom , and point me to the skies ...
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A Selection of Psalms and Hymns, arranged for the public services of the ... Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1858 |
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adore Almighty angels Ascension Day behold bless blest bliss blood bright cheerful Children's Hymns Christ crown darkness death divine dwell earth earthly Easter endless Epiphany eternal ev'ry everlasting everlasting song evermore eyes faith Father fear foes Friend glorious glory God's gracious guilty hail Hallelujah happy Hark hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna Jesu's Jesus John John xiv John xvi joyful King Lamb Lamb of God light live Lord Luke Matt mercy mighty o'er peace praise prayer proclaim redeeming reign rejoice rest rise sacred saints salvation Saviour Saviour bleed shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sov'reign Spirit storm strong to save sweet tears Thee thine Thou art thy grace thy love thy throne thy word tongue Trinity truth voice wand'ring weary wings ye saints
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Side 32 - 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 123 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus;" " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Side 122 - 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 363 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me In mercy given, Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
Side 166 - Just as I am — and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come...
Side 362 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee...
Side 184 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
Side 447 - 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 157 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Side 457 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...