Christian hymns for public worship, selected and arranged by C. Vince [and H. Platten]. |
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adore almighty angels Augustus Montague Toplady Behold Bernard of Clairvaux bless blessèd Bonar bright Catherine Winkworth Charles Wesley CHRIST Christopher Wordsworth crown dark dear death divine Doddridge dost dwell earth Edward Caswall endless eternal everlasting eyes faint faith FATHER fear Frederick William Faber give glorious gracious grief Hail hath heal hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Francis Lyte hope Horatius Bonar hour hymn Isaac Watts JESUS King lift light live LORD mighty Monsell morning mortal night o'er pardoning peace Philip Doddridge pray prayer raise rapturous song Redeemer reigns rest rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies sorrow soul SPIRIT sweet tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou didst Thou hast Thy face Thy glory Thy grace Thy love Thy mercy Thy name Thy praise Thy presence Thy throne Thy word tongue truth voice weary William Walsham wonders wondrous worship
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Página 246 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds. And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; !Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.
Página 321 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on ; I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on.
Página 281 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Página 145 - His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought...
Página 296 - 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?
Página 192 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ! No mortal cares shall seize my breast. O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound.
Página 128 - In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Página 185 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.
Página 31 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 18 - GOD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home.