Hymns, Partly Collected and Partly Original: Designed as a Supplement to Dr. Watts' Psalms and HymnsAuthor, 1812 - 631 psl. |
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... give a greater com- pass to this part of our devotional exercises , both as to the number of the hymns , and the variety of the metres , than has yet been ef- fected . The hymns consist of nearly one thousand 2. I have endeavoured to ...
... give a greater com- pass to this part of our devotional exercises , both as to the number of the hymns , and the variety of the metres , than has yet been ef- fected . The hymns consist of nearly one thousand 2. I have endeavoured to ...
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... give 957 884 C. III . 906 535 471 Glory to thee , my God this night Glory to God on high Glory to the righteous God " Go , " said the Lord , " proclaim my grace Go through the gates , ( ' tis God commands ) · God bids ; and lo ! a ...
... give 957 884 C. III . 906 535 471 Glory to thee , my God this night Glory to God on high Glory to the righteous God " Go , " said the Lord , " proclaim my grace Go through the gates , ( ' tis God commands ) · God bids ; and lo ! a ...
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... doubt exclude ; My Maker's will has plac'd me here , A Maker wise and good . 4 He to my every trial knows It's just restraint to give ; Attentive to behold my woes , And faithful to relieve . 5 Then why thus heavy , O my soul , HYMNS .
... doubt exclude ; My Maker's will has plac'd me here , A Maker wise and good . 4 He to my every trial knows It's just restraint to give ; Attentive to behold my woes , And faithful to relieve . 5 Then why thus heavy , O my soul , HYMNS .
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... the awful accents roll . 3 Now the bursting clouds give way , And the vivid lightnings play , Now the wilds , by man untrod , Hear , dismay'd , th ' approaching God . 4 O'er the desolated waste Oft the dreadful sounds have c 2 HYMNS . 15.
... the awful accents roll . 3 Now the bursting clouds give way , And the vivid lightnings play , Now the wilds , by man untrod , Hear , dismay'd , th ' approaching God . 4 O'er the desolated waste Oft the dreadful sounds have c 2 HYMNS . 15.
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... gives relief , And kindly soothes each anxious grief ; In every want , in every woe , Himself thy pity , Lord , shall know . 3 Thy love his life shall guard , thy hand Give to his lot the chosen land , Nor leave him in the dreadful day ...
... gives relief , And kindly soothes each anxious grief ; In every want , in every woe , Himself thy pity , Lord , shall know . 3 Thy love his life shall guard , thy hand Give to his lot the chosen land , Nor leave him in the dreadful day ...
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Hymns, Partly Collected and Partly Original– Designed as a Supplement to Dr ... William Bengo Collyer Visos knygos peržiūra - 1812 |
Hymns, Partly Collected and Partly Original– Designed as a Supplement to Dr ... William Bengo Collyer Visos knygos peržiūra - 1812 |
Hymns, Partly Collected and Partly Original– Designed as a Supplement to Dr ... William Bengo Collyer Visos knygos peržiūra - 1812 |
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adore Almighty angels ANON behold beneath bless blest bliss blood breast breath cheer Christ clouds dark dear death divine DODDRIDGE dreadful dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear flowing tears foes give glorious glory gracious grief Hallelujah happy Hark hast hath hear heart heart of stone heaven heavenly holy hope hosannas HYMN immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King King of Kings let thy light live Lord love divine lyre mercy MERRICK mighty mortal mourn night o'er pain peace praise prayer PUBLIC HUMILIATION rapturous song redeeming reign rest rise sacred saints Saviour seraphic shade shine sing sinners skies smile song sorrow soul spirit sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thy face thy grace Thy hand thy love thy name thy throne thy word TRANSLATED BY COWPER trembling voice WATTS WESLEY wilt wings wonders ye saints
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