Hymns of the Church MilitantCarter, 1865 - 640 páginas |
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... hell Assault my soul in every part . Yea , more — with his own hand he seemed Intent to aggravate my woe ; Crossed all the fair designs I schemed , Blasted my gourds , and laid me low . " Lord , why is this ? " I trembling cried ...
... hell Assault my soul in every part . Yea , more — with his own hand he seemed Intent to aggravate my woe ; Crossed all the fair designs I schemed , Blasted my gourds , and laid me low . " Lord , why is this ? " I trembling cried ...
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... hell , Thy righteous law approves it well . Yet save a trembling sinner , Lord , Whose hope , still hovering round thy word , Would light on some sweet promise there , Some sure support against despair . He hath Borne our Griefs ...
... hell , Thy righteous law approves it well . Yet save a trembling sinner , Lord , Whose hope , still hovering round thy word , Would light on some sweet promise there , Some sure support against despair . He hath Borne our Griefs ...
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... hell , In sin's delusive way . But , Lord ! my heart is fixed , I hope in thee alone ; Break off the chains of sin and death , And bind me to thy throne . Thy blood can cleanse my heart , Thy hand can wipe my tears ; Oh ! send thy ...
... hell , In sin's delusive way . But , Lord ! my heart is fixed , I hope in thee alone ; Break off the chains of sin and death , And bind me to thy throne . Thy blood can cleanse my heart , Thy hand can wipe my tears ; Oh ! send thy ...
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... hell no more shall awe . " It is finished ! " Saints , from hence your comfort draw . Now redemption is completed , Sin atoned , the curse removed , Satan , death , and hell , defeated , As his rising fully proved ; All is finished ...
... hell no more shall awe . " It is finished ! " Saints , from hence your comfort draw . Now redemption is completed , Sin atoned , the curse removed , Satan , death , and hell , defeated , As his rising fully proved ; All is finished ...
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... hell are captive led , — Dragged to the portals of the sky : There his triumphant chariot waits , And angels chant the solemn lay ; — Lift up your heads , ye heavenly gates ; Ye everlasting doors , give way ! Loose all your bars of ...
... hell are captive led , — Dragged to the portals of the sky : There his triumphant chariot waits , And angels chant the solemn lay ; — Lift up your heads , ye heavenly gates ; Ye everlasting doors , give way ! Loose all your bars of ...
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Abba Father angels Art thou behold bless blest bliss blood breast breath bright Canaan canst Christ clouds crown dark dear death divine doth dwell earth earthly Eben-ezer eternal everlasting everlasting love evermore eyes faint faith Father fear feet foes give glorious glory God's gracious grief guilty Hallelujah happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope hour Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God land light live look Lord love possess mortal never nigh night o'er pain peace poor praise pray prayer promise rapturous songs Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Satan Saviour seek shalt shine sing sinners sins skies song sorrow soul spirit stand strength strong to save sweet tears tempests thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thought throne thy grace thy hand thy love trust unto voice wait weary weep ye saints
Pasajes populares
Página 480 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride. He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Página 305 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.
Página 415 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ! I'1l bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.
Página 332 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways ; While Angels in their songs rejoice, And cry, Behold, he prays!
Página 32 - See ! the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove : Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage ? — Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age.
Página 304 - MY faith looks up to thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine : Now hear me while I pray ; Take all my guilt away ; O let me from this day Be wholly thine.
Página 135 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on th' accursed tree ; And hopes her guilt was there.
Página 90 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Página 84 - JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Página 581 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.