almighty angels appear Behold beneath bless blood body born bright bring Christ Confessing crown darkness dear death divine doth dreadful dust dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry eyes face faith fall Father fear feel feet friends give glorious glory God's gospel grace gracious grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy honour hope humble HYMN Jesus join keep King Lamb light live Lord meet mortal mourn never night pain peace poor praise receive reign rejoice rest righteousness rise round saints salvation Saviour seek sing sinners sins skies smile songs soul sound speak Spirit stands sweet tell thank thee thine things thou thoughts throne thy grace thy love thy name tongue trust turn voice
65 psl. - ... let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne. Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus:" " Worthy the Lamb,
196 psl. - Tis a point I long to know, Oft it causes anxious thought ; Do I love the Lord, or no ? Am I his, or am I not ? 2 If I love, why am I thus?
112 psl. - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; 4.
70 psl. - Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days : Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
51 psl. - Create in me a elean heart ; O God" 349 1 OH, for a heart to praise my God ! A heart from sin set free...
108 psl. - In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
84 psl. - tis he by his almighty grace That forms thee fit for heaven, And as an earnest of the place, Has his own Spirit given. 4 We walk by faith of joys to come, Faith lives upon his word; But while the body is our home We're absent from the Lord.
108 psl. - HAPPY the heart where graces reign, Where love inspires the breast; Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest. 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear; Our stubborn sins will fight and reign If love be absent there.