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adore Amen angels appear bear behold blessed blest blood bore bread bright bring brought cheer Christ church comes cross crown dear death died divine dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes face faith Father's fear foes Friend give gladness glorious glory God's grace gracious grave hand happy hath Head hear heart heav'n heav'nly hell holy hope hour Jesus join joyful keep King known Lamb light live look Lord meet never night o'er once pain path peace pow'r praise precious prove raise redeeming reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Saviour shalt shame shine sing sinners sins slain song Soon sorrow souls sound Spirit stand strength sweet tell Thee Thine things Thou Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love tongue truth voice wait
Populære avsnitt
Side 6 - 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 130 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Side 131 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought ; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.
Side 55 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
Side 281 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Side 82 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, — 'While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Bibliografisk informasjon
| Tittel | Hymns for the poor of the flock [compiled by sir E. Denny]. |
| Forfatter | Hymns |
| Redaktør | sir Edward Denny (4th bart) |
| distribuert | 1840 |
| Original fra | Oxford University |
| Digitalisert | 2. okt 2006 |
| Eksporter sitat | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |