Hymns for use in church, collected by H.W. Burrows |
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... gift of absolution , Ere that reckoning - day's conclusion ! Guilty , now , I pour my moaning , All my shame with anguish owning ; Spare , O God , Thy suppliant groaning ! 4 Thou the sinful woman savedst― Thou the dying thief ADVENT .
... gift of absolution , Ere that reckoning - day's conclusion ! Guilty , now , I pour my moaning , All my shame with anguish owning ; Spare , O God , Thy suppliant groaning ! 4 Thou the sinful woman savedst― Thou the dying thief ADVENT .
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Henry William Burrows. 4 Thou the sinful woman savedst― Thou the dying thief forgavest- And to me a hope vouchsafedst . Worthless are my prayers and sighing , Yet , good Lord , in grace complying , Rescue me from fires undying ! With Thy ...
Henry William Burrows. 4 Thou the sinful woman savedst― Thou the dying thief forgavest- And to me a hope vouchsafedst . Worthless are my prayers and sighing , Yet , good Lord , in grace complying , Rescue me from fires undying ! With Thy ...
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... sin will make you free , He brings those blessings , long ago Prepared by God for all below ; Henceforth , His kingdom open stands To you , as to the angel bands . These are the tokens ye shall mark , The swaddling clothes and manger ...
... sin will make you free , He brings those blessings , long ago Prepared by God for all below ; Henceforth , His kingdom open stands To you , as to the angel bands . These are the tokens ye shall mark , The swaddling clothes and manger ...
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... sin must flow . Like sacrificial wine , Poured on a victim's head , S. M. Are those few precious drops of Thine , Now first to offering led . Lord , circumcise our heart , Our fleshly nature heal , And with Thine awful name impart Thine ...
... sin must flow . Like sacrificial wine , Poured on a victim's head , S. M. Are those few precious drops of Thine , Now first to offering led . Lord , circumcise our heart , Our fleshly nature heal , And with Thine awful name impart Thine ...
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... state , Lamenting all my sinful life Before Thy mercy gate . A gate which opens wide for those Who do lament their sin ; Shut not that gate against me , Lord , But let me enter in . And call me not to strict account , How I LENT .
... state , Lamenting all my sinful life Before Thy mercy gate . A gate which opens wide for those Who do lament their sin ; Shut not that gate against me , Lord , But let me enter in . And call me not to strict account , How I LENT .
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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...