A collection of hymns, compiled by J. Jea1816 |
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144 psl.
... thou fount of every blessing , Tune my heart to sing thy grace , Streams of mercy never ceasing , Call for songs of loudest praise . 2 Teach me some melodious sonnet , Sung by flaming tongues above : Praise the mount - O fix me on it ...
... thou fount of every blessing , Tune my heart to sing thy grace , Streams of mercy never ceasing , Call for songs of loudest praise . 2 Teach me some melodious sonnet , Sung by flaming tongues above : Praise the mount - O fix me on it ...
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
almighty angels Behold Belshazzar beneath blasting wind bless Bless'd blest blood Confessing cries crown dear death delight divine doth dreadful dust dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear feet flames flesh give glorious glorious song glory God's gospel gracious grief Hallelujah hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heaven's door heavenly hell holy honour hope hosannas humble humble soul HYMN Jesus Christ joyful King Lamb live Lord love divine Love Feast meet mercy mortal mourn never night o'er pain peace pharisee poor pow'r praise pray ransom'd Redeemer's redeeming reign rejoice righteousness rise saints salvation Satan sav'd Saviour sing sinners sins skies smile songs sorrow soul sound sweet tell thee thine thro thy face thy grace thy love thy name thy Spirit thy throne tomb tongue vile bodies voice word wrath ye saints
Populiarios ištraukos
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,
132 psl. - 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.
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.