A Selection of Hymns and Spiritual Songs in Two Parts: ... Designed ... for the Use of Congregations as an Appendix to Dr. Watts's Psalms and HymnsJohn Tiebout, 1817 - 560 psl. |
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... smile on those Eternal Spirit we confess Eternal source of every joy Eternal wisdom , thee we praise AIR Zion's king we suppliant bow Eternity ! unequall'd thought ! FA Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss 131 Faith - ' tis a precious ...
... smile on those Eternal Spirit we confess Eternal source of every joy Eternal wisdom , thee we praise AIR Zion's king we suppliant bow Eternity ! unequall'd thought ! FA Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss 131 Faith - ' tis a precious ...
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... Lord by feeble sense , But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence , He hides a smiling face . 5 His purposes will ripen fast , Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste But sweet will PROVIDENCE .
... Lord by feeble sense , But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence , He hides a smiling face . 5 His purposes will ripen fast , Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste But sweet will PROVIDENCE .
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... smiles of grace the slain revive , And joy succeeds the smart . 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh , Ride with majestic sway : Go forth , sweet prince , triumphantly , And make thy foes obey . 4 And when thy victories are complete ...
... smiles of grace the slain revive , And joy succeeds the smart . 3 Still gird thy sword upon thy thigh , Ride with majestic sway : Go forth , sweet prince , triumphantly , And make thy foes obey . 4 And when thy victories are complete ...
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... smiling face ! Let joyful cherubs clap their wings And sound aloud his grace . LIII . C. M. DODDRIDGE . Pardon spoken by Christ . Mat . ix . 2 . Y Saviour , let me hear thy voice Pronounce the words of of peace i And all my warmest ...
... smiling face ! Let joyful cherubs clap their wings And sound aloud his grace . LIII . C. M. DODDRIDGE . Pardon spoken by Christ . Mat . ix . 2 . Y Saviour , let me hear thy voice Pronounce the words of of peace i And all my warmest ...
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... smiles call me thy child , And speak my sins forgiv'n ; The accents mild shall charm mine eac All like the harps of heaven . 3 Cheerful , where'er thy hand shall lead , The darkest path I'll tread ; Cheerful I'll quit these mortal ...
... smiles call me thy child , And speak my sins forgiv'n ; The accents mild shall charm mine eac All like the harps of heaven . 3 Cheerful , where'er thy hand shall lead , The darkest path I'll tread ; Cheerful I'll quit these mortal ...
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adore angels BALT BEDDOME behold beneath bless blest bliss blood C. M. DODDRIDGE C. M. NEW SELEC C. M. RIPPON'S SELEC cheer Christ crown darkness death divine dost dwell dying earth EBEN-EZER eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes faith Father fear feel flame foes give glorious glory gospel gracious grief guilt Hallelujah hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope humble Hymn Jesus L. M. NEWTON Lamb Lamb of God live Lord mercy mortal mourn ne'er numbers o'er pain peace pow'r pray prayer Psalm ransom'd Redeemer Redeemer's reign rejoice righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Satan shine sing sinners sins skies smile song sorrows soul sovereign spirit STENNETT sweet tears thee thine thou art thou art God thou hast thy feet thy grace thy love thy name thy throne thy word trembling tune vile WATTS'S wilt wretch Ye saints
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142 psl. - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported, by thy word.
274 psl. - Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
333 psl. - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again...
104 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.
382 psl. - COME, ye sinners, poor and wretched, Weak and wounded, sick and sore, Jesus ready stands to save you, Full of pity, love and power. He is able, He is willing, doubt no more.
157 psl. - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one. Our comforts and our cares.
167 psl. - 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...
50 psl. - BLOW ye the trumpet, blow The gladly solemn sound Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come ; Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home.
xlii psl. - 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...
126 psl. - Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall ; Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all, 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball.