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The Sailors Hymn Book: Being a Selection of the Beauties of Sacred Verse, by ...
George Charles Smith
No hay ninguna vista previa disponible - 2015
adore Almighty Angels atoning Balm BEDDOME Behold beneath bids billows bleeding bless blest Christ cross crown darkness death deep divine dying earth EDMESTON eternal ev'ry evermore eyes faith Father Father's glory fear flood flow foes Gethsemane glorious glory grace grief guilt hail hand hath healing heart heaven heavenly hell Holy Ghost holy spirit hope Hosanna Jesu's Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God live mighty mountains o'er pain pardon peace praise proclaim Psalm rage reigns rejoice righteousness rise rock sacred Sailors saints Salvation Satan Saviour shew shine shore sing sink sinners sins skies slain song sorrows soul sovereign spirit star of Bethlehem storm strong to save sweet tempest thee thine Thou art thou hast thro throne thy blood thy command thy love thy name thy word tongue Twas unto WATTs waves Wesley winds wond’rous wonders wounds wrath
Página 137 - Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; Wash me, and mine thou art : Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart.
Página 161 - T is He adorned my naked soul, And made salvation mine ; Upon a poor, polluted worm He makes His graces shine. 3. And, lest the shadow of a spot Should on my soul be found, He took the robe the Saviour wrought, And cast it all around.
Página 89 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Página 79 - Sinners in derision crowned Him. Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His name. Crown Him, crown Him : Spread abroad the Victor's fame.
Página 93 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Página 57 - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend, Here I'll sit for ever viewing, Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
Página 141 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end...
Página 22 - MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide ; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes.