Family HymnsAmerican Tract Society, 1835 - 216 sider |
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Side 12
... storms of trouble rise . 5 Thine eye beholds , with kind regard , The souls who trust in thee ; Their humble hope thou wilt reward With bliss divinely free . 6 Great God , to thine Almighty love What honors shall we raise ! Not all th ...
... storms of trouble rise . 5 Thine eye beholds , with kind regard , The souls who trust in thee ; Their humble hope thou wilt reward With bliss divinely free . 6 Great God , to thine Almighty love What honors shall we raise ! Not all th ...
Side 21
... storm . 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never - failing skill , He treasures up his bright designs , And works his sovereign will . 3 Ye fearful saints , fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy , and shall ...
... storm . 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never - failing skill , He treasures up his bright designs , And works his sovereign will . 3 Ye fearful saints , fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy , and shall ...
Side 40
... storm was loud - the night was dark ; The ocean yawn'd - and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark . 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze , Death - struck , I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose , It was ...
... storm was loud - the night was dark ; The ocean yawn'd - and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my foundering bark . 4 Deep horror then my vitals froze , Death - struck , I ceased the tide to stem ; When suddenly a star arose , It was ...
Side 41
... storms shall never come . Rippon's Col. 41. The Lamb of God . C. M. SINNERS , " behold the Lamb of God , " Who takes away our guilt ; Look to the precious , priceless blood , That Jews and Gentiles spilt . 2 From heaven he came to seek ...
... storms shall never come . Rippon's Col. 41. The Lamb of God . C. M. SINNERS , " behold the Lamb of God , " Who takes away our guilt ; Look to the precious , priceless blood , That Jews and Gentiles spilt . 2 From heaven he came to seek ...
Side 45
... Storm . 7s . 1. JESUS , lover of my soul ! Let me to thy bosom fly , While the billows near me roll , While the tempest still is nigh ! Hide me , O my Savior , hide , Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide ; O ...
... Storm . 7s . 1. JESUS , lover of my soul ! Let me to thy bosom fly , While the billows near me roll , While the tempest still is nigh ! Hide me , O my Savior , hide , Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide ; O ...
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adore Almighty angels Behold bleeding blessings blest bliss blood breast breath C. M. Newton cheer Christ dark Dear Lord death despair divine Doddridge dreadful dwell dying earth endless eternal everlasting eyes face faint faith Father fear feet foes glorious glory Gospel gracious guilt hail happy hast hear heart heart of stone heaven heavenly heavenly host hell holy Holy Spirit hope Hosanna humble Jesus joyful joys King Lamb Lamb of God Let thy light live mercy morning mortal mourn ne'er never Newton night o'er pain pardon peace pleasures pray prayer rapturous song redeeming love reign rest rise sacred salvation Savior seek seraphs shine sing sinners sins skies songs songs of praise sorrows soul sound sovereign Spirit Star of Bethlehem storm sweet tears thee thine thou art thoughts throne thy grace thy love thy name thy word tongue trembling triumph voice Watts wonders wretched ye saints
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Side 119 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Side 22 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Side 115 - MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine.
Side 35 - Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.
Side 196 - UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose.
Side 216 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till...
Side 186 - I would not live alway : no — welcome the tomb: Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Side 9 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command ; Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Side 213 - How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found...
Side 193 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame : Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away.