Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship ... for the Use of the Congregation of Protestant Dissenters Assembling in Batter-Street, PlymouthP. Nettleton, 1801 - 322 psl. |
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... thoughts that often mount the skies Mortals , awake , with angels join My crimes awake , and hideous fear - Mad is the world's delusive strife Must all the charms of nature then My God ! thy boundless love we praise 145 b - - 64 122 ...
... thoughts that often mount the skies Mortals , awake , with angels join My crimes awake , and hideous fear - Mad is the world's delusive strife Must all the charms of nature then My God ! thy boundless love we praise 145 b - - 64 122 ...
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... their fairest minds on high Are shadows of a God . VIII . Thy works the strongest seraph sings In a too feeble strain , And labours hard on all his strings To reach thy thoughts in vain . Created pow'rs , how weak they be ! How short 3.
... their fairest minds on high Are shadows of a God . VIII . Thy works the strongest seraph sings In a too feeble strain , And labours hard on all his strings To reach thy thoughts in vain . Created pow'rs , how weak they be ! How short 3.
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... thought complains . VII . [ Let thy Almighty work appear With power and evidence divine ; And may the bliss thy servants share , Continued to thy children shine ! VIII . Thy glorious image fair imprest , Let all our hearts and lives ...
... thought complains . VII . [ Let thy Almighty work appear With power and evidence divine ; And may the bliss thy servants share , Continued to thy children shine ! VIII . Thy glorious image fair imprest , Let all our hearts and lives ...
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... thoughts like mountains roll O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . IV . Forgive my treasons , Prince of grace ! The bloody Jews were traitors too , Yet ...
... thoughts like mountains roll O'er my poor breast , with boding fears , And crushing hard my tortur'd soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . IV . Forgive my treasons , Prince of grace ! The bloody Jews were traitors too , Yet ...
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... thoughts , that often mount the skies , Go , search the world beneath , Where Nature all in ruin lies , And owns her sovereign , Death . II . The tyrant , how he triumphs here ! His trophies spread around ! And heaps of dust and bones ...
... thoughts , that often mount the skies , Go , search the world beneath , Where Nature all in ruin lies , And owns her sovereign , Death . II . The tyrant , how he triumphs here ! His trophies spread around ! And heaps of dust and bones ...
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Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship ... for the Use of the Congregation of ... Herbert Mends Peržiūra negalima - 1801 |
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adore angels behold bless blest bliss blood boundless breast breath bright charms Christ crown him LORD darkness death divine dreadful dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting everlasting song eyes faint faith fear feel flaming foes gloomy glorious glory gracious guilt hail Hallelujah hast hear heart heav'nly heaven hell holy hope hosannas humble HYMN I'm a slave immortal JESUS joys King light mercy mercy seat mighty mortal mourn o'er pain passions peace pleasures pow'r praise prayer rapturous song Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise round sacred saints salvation Satan seraphic shine sing sinners skies slothful band smile song songs of praise sorrows soul sound Sov'reign sovereign spirit storm sweet sweet emotion tears thee thine Thou art thro thy feet thy grace thy love thy word tongue trembling triumph VIII voice voice of peace wings wond'rous ye saints
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142 psl. - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me.
142 psl. - Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind.
136 psl. - O LORD, my best desire fulfil, And help me to resign Life, health, and comfort to thy will, And make thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at thy command, Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears...
174 psl. - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
15 psl. - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
145 psl. - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
140 psl. - Saviour will return Triumphant in the skies: Yet a season, and you know Happy entrance will be given ; All our sorrows left below, And earth exchanged for heaven.
209 psl. - Oh, for grace our hearts to soften! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas! forget too often What a Friend we have above: But when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought.