Hymns for use in church, collected by H.W. Burrows |
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... graves restore The dead which they contained before ; Prepare , my soul , to meet Him . [ The dead in Christ shall first arise , At the last trumpet's sounding ; P. M. Caught up to meet him in the skies , With ADVENT .
... graves restore The dead which they contained before ; Prepare , my soul , to meet Him . [ The dead in Christ shall first arise , At the last trumpet's sounding ; P. M. Caught up to meet him in the skies , With ADVENT .
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... grave - gates his Saviour burst , He homeward , heavenward , entered first . Men thought the sufferer dead , And triumph high they kept ; But on his blood - stained , stony bed , The Saint serenely slept ; Wrapped in the banner of the ...
... grave - gates his Saviour burst , He homeward , heavenward , entered first . Men thought the sufferer dead , And triumph high they kept ; But on his blood - stained , stony bed , The Saint serenely slept ; Wrapped in the banner of the ...
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... grave where Lazarus slept ; By Thy boding tears that flowed Over Salem's lost abode ; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within Thy fold ; Jesus , look with pitying eye , Hear our solemn litany . By Thine hour of whelming ...
... grave where Lazarus slept ; By Thy boding tears that flowed Over Salem's lost abode ; By the anguished sigh that told Treachery lurked within Thy fold ; Jesus , look with pitying eye , Hear our solemn litany . By Thine hour of whelming ...
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... grave , By the souls He died to save , By the conquest He hath won , By the saints before His throne , By the rainbow round His brow , Son of God ! ' tis Thou , ' tis Thou . EASTER EVE . Resting from His work to - day In the tomb the ...
... grave , By the souls He died to save , By the conquest He hath won , By the saints before His throne , By the rainbow round His brow , Son of God ! ' tis Thou , ' tis Thou . EASTER EVE . Resting from His work to - day In the tomb the ...
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... grave Sinners to redeem and save . But the pains which He endured Our salvation have procured ; Now above the sky He's King , Where the angels ever sing Alleluia ! 31 The happy morn is come : Triumphant o'er the grave The Saviour leaves ...
... grave Sinners to redeem and save . But the pains which He endured Our salvation have procured ; Now above the sky He's King , Where the angels ever sing Alleluia ! 31 The happy morn is come : Triumphant o'er the grave The Saviour leaves ...
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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...