Hymns for use in church, collected by H.W. Burrows |
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... Lamb to slaughter led , The bruised , the suffering , and the dead . The Lord will come ! a dreadful form , With wreath of flame , and robe of storm , On Cherub wings and wings of wind , Anointed judge of human kind . Can this be He who ...
... Lamb to slaughter led , The bruised , the suffering , and the dead . The Lord will come ! a dreadful form , With wreath of flame , and robe of storm , On Cherub wings and wings of wind , Anointed judge of human kind . Can this be He who ...
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... by the tyrant foe On life's threshold - as the gale Strews the roses ere they blow . First to die for Christ , sweet lambs ! At the very altar ye , 7s . THE END OF THE OLD YEAR . With your martyr HOLY INNOCENTS' DAY. ...
... by the tyrant foe On life's threshold - as the gale Strews the roses ere they blow . First to die for Christ , sweet lambs ! At the very altar ye , 7s . THE END OF THE OLD YEAR . With your martyr HOLY INNOCENTS' DAY. ...
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... Lamb devoted here , Strewing flowers in glad procession , At the marriage feast appear . These , the world and death defying , Jesus faithfully confessed ; Living on , yet daily dying , Numbered now among the blest . All are one ...
... Lamb devoted here , Strewing flowers in glad procession , At the marriage feast appear . These , the world and death defying , Jesus faithfully confessed ; Living on , yet daily dying , Numbered now among the blest . All are one ...
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... lambs Thy bosom share , Now these little ones receiving , Fold them in Thy gracious arm ; There , we know , Thy Word believing , Only there , secure from harm . Keep them safe from ever roving , Let them not be Satan's prey ; Let thy ...
... lambs Thy bosom share , Now these little ones receiving , Fold them in Thy gracious arm ; There , we know , Thy Word believing , Only there , secure from harm . Keep them safe from ever roving , Let them not be Satan's prey ; Let thy ...
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... remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name . Waft , waft , ye winds , his story , And you ye waters roll , Till like a sea of glory , It spreads from pole to pole ; 7 , 6 . 46 Till o'er our ransomed nature , The Lamb for MISSIONS .
... remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name . Waft , waft , ye winds , his story , And you ye waters roll , Till like a sea of glory , It spreads from pole to pole ; 7 , 6 . 46 Till o'er our ransomed nature , The Lamb for MISSIONS .
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Términos y frases comunes
abide Alleluia Almighty Amen angels ASCENSION DAY behold beneath blessed Three blest blood Christ hath CIRCUMCISION OF CHRIST comfort Cross crown day and death's dear death didst divine doth dread dwell Easter Ember Days endless eternity everlasting evermore faithful Father fear flow gates glad glorious glory given God the Father God the Son God's gracious grave grief Hail hear heart heavenly host Holy Ghost Holy Spirit honour Hosanna host Hymns joyful King of Glory Lamb let us adore lift light majesty mercies aye endure mighty morning mourn o'er pain Paraclete peace Psalm ransomed Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies solemn Songs of praise sorrow soul sweet tears Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy grace Thy love Thy mercy Thy presence Thy throne tis Thou triumph unto voice Whit-Sunday WILLIAM SKEFFINGTON ye heavenly
Pasajes populares
Página 13 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 44 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Página 45 - GOD, that madest earth and heaven, darkness and light; who the day for toil hast given, for rest the night; may thine angel-guards defend us, slumber sweet thy mercy send us, holy dreams and hopes attend us, this livelong night.
Página 37 - 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...