Hymns of the Church MilitantAnna Bartlett Warner R. Carter & brothers, 1859 - 640 من الصفحات |
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Abba Father angels Art thou behold bless blest bliss blood breast breath bright Canaan canst Christ 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 Hallelujah happy hath hear heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly hell holy hope hour Jesus joyful King Lamb Lamb of God land light live look Lord love possess never night o'er pain peace poor praise pray prayer promise rapturous songs Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Satan Saviour shalt shine sing sinners sins skies song sorrow soul spirit stand strength sweet tears tempests thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thought throne thy face thy grace thy hand thy love thy mercy trust unto voice wait weary wings ye saints
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الصفحة 137 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
الصفحة 34 - 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.
الصفحة 170 - 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...
الصفحة 6 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
الصفحة 381 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
الصفحة 568 - JESU, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past: Safe into the haven guide; O receive my soul at last.
الصفحة 233 - The calm retreat, the silent shade, With prayer and praise agree ; And seem, by Thy sweet bounty made, For those who follow Thee.
الصفحة 207 - How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said ? You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.
الصفحة 204 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
الصفحة 252 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill : For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.