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adore angels Asham'd Behold bleeding blessed blest bliss blood brethren bright Canaan Christ crown dear death di’d divine dost doth dwell earth endless day eternal ev'ry everlasting everlasting song eyes faith Farewell fear feast feet foes free grace friends give glorious glory God's God’s gospel grief guilt Hallelujah happy hath hear heav'nly heaven hell holy hope humble HYMN immortal immortal song Jesus join joyful king Lamb Lamb of God leave live meet mercy mercy seat never o'er pain pardon peace poor praise pray pray’r redeeming love reign rejoice rise sacred sacred flesh saints salvation satan Saviour Saviour bleed seraphic shews shine sing sinners sins skies slain smile song song of praise sorrow soul sound sov’reign spirit stony heart sweet tears tell thine thou thro throne thy name tongue truth unto voice wings wonder word wretched
Strona 63 - Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.
Strona 86 - Restraining prayer, we cease to fight ; Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright : And Satan trembles when he sees The weakest saint upon his knees.
Strona 115 - And feed me with a Shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Strona 65 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Strona 133 - Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurled, Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all : 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul, In seas of heavenly rest, And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Strona 90 - Other refuge have I none, — Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me ! All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing. 3 Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; liaise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
Strona 69 - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.
Strona 102 - When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know Thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. 4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to Thy will ; The sea, that roars at Thy command, At Thy command is still.