Dr. Watts' Psalms and Hymns with Dr. Rippon's Selection: Containing All the Additional Hymns : with Copious Indices, Including an Index of the First Line of Each Verse of Psalms and HymnsWilliam Whittemore, and Houlston and Stoneman, 1850 - 474 من الصفحات |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
adore Almighty angels BEDDOME Behold bless bless'd blest bliss blood breath bright Charmouth cheerful Christ church crown darkness dear death delight Devizes divine DODDRIDGE dreadful dust dwell dying earth endless eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear feet flesh flowing tears foes glorious glory gospel gracious guilt Hallelujah happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls Hymn immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus Jews joyful King Lamb light live Lord mercy mighty mortal o'er Oswestry pain pardon peace Portugal prayer proclaim promise psalm raise Redeemer reigns rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred salvation Satan Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies smile song sorrows soul sovereign Spirit Sprowston sweet thee thine Thou art thou hast thy face thy grace thy love thy name thy power thy praise thy throne thy word tongue triumph trust truth Ulverston voice Walsal Wareham wonders wondrous ye saints
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الصفحة 35 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
الصفحة 5 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
الصفحة 102 - In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
الصفحة 89 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting ? MAN SHOULD STUDY HIMSELF, AND NOT PRY INTO GOD.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 5 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
الصفحة 90 - 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.
الصفحة 25 - No rude alarms of raging foes ; No cares to break the long repose ; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, But sacred, high, eternal noon.