The Methodist scholars' hymn-book, المجلد 2 |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Almighty cares angels art Thou Bible bless Thee blest breath Canaan childhood's children's Friend Conscience cool Siloam's shady day by day death doth dwell Father's Father's glory fear feeble forgiven gentle give gladsome glorious glory God's Hallelujah happy land happy pilgrims Hark hear heard heaven heavenly Holy Bible Holy Spirit HYMNS OF PRAYER infant Jesu's blood Jesus Christ Jesus died joyful joyfully kind kindly King kingdom Lamb of God let me love little child little children little pilgrim little trav'llers live LORD JESUS Lord of earth love Thee meek mercies mighty o'er pardon peace pity poor pray precious precious blood reign rejoice rill robes Samuel Saviour Shepherd shining sing sinners sins song sorrow souls speak Suffer the children sweet taught tender Thine Thou art thoughts Thy grace Thy Holy Thy praise Thy word Twill voice wash'd young youthful heart
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 50 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
الصفحة 27 - WHEN his salvation bringing, To Zion Jesus came, The children all stood singing Hosanna to his name. Nor did their zeal offend him ; But as he rode along, He let them still attend him, And smiled to hear their song.
الصفحة 60 - Not there, not there, my child !" " Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things...
الصفحة 53 - THUS far the Lord has led me on ; Thus far his power prolongs my days ; And every evening shall make known Some fresh memorial of his grace. 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I, perhaps, am near my home ; But he forgives my follies past ; He gives me strength for days to come.
الصفحة 60 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
الصفحة 60 - Not there, not there, my child! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, . And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there, not there, my child!
الصفحة 18 - Jesus is our Shepherd ; For the sheep He bled; Every lamb is sprinkled With the blood He shed ; Then on each He setteth His own secret sign, — "They that have My Spirit, "These,
الصفحة 62 - We speak of its freedom from sin, From sorrow, temptation, and care, From trials without and within, But what must it be to be there?
الصفحة 36 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower!
الصفحة 54 - Let my sins be all forgiven ! Bless the friends I love so well ! Take me, when I die, to heaven, Happy there with thee to dwell ! VI.