The Book of Praise: From the Best English Hymn WritersSever and Francis, 1864 - 480 من الصفحات |
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adore Alleluia angels Augustus Montague Toplady behold bless blest bliss Blood breast bright Charles Wesley cheer Christ clouds crown darkness dear death didst divine doth dwell earth earthly eternal everlasting evermore eyes faint faith Father fear feet flow foes forever Friend glorious glory gracious grief Hallelujah hand hath hear heart Heaven heavenly Henry Francis Lyte holy hope Hosanna hymn Isaac Watts Jesus John John Cennick John Keble John Newton King Lamb Let Thy light live Lord mercy morning never night o'er omitted peace Philip Doddridge pray prayer PSALM reign rejoice rest Richard Mant rise sacred saints Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies sleep song sorrow soul Spirit stanzas sweet baby tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast throne Thy face Thy grace Thy love Thy Name Thy praise Thy word Thyself voice weary William Cowper wilt wings
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الصفحة 158 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
الصفحة 429 - 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 431 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
الصفحة 261 - The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask ; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us daily nearer God.
الصفحة 213 - I dare not choose my lot ; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God ; So shall I walk aright.
الصفحة 162 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, 0 Lamb of God, I come.
الصفحة 179 - 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 only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
الصفحة 134 - The martyr, first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave ; Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on his tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong : Who follows in his train...
الصفحة 135 - YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name.
الصفحة 403 - tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me : Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear...