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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... thine 45 Dear Saviour make me wise to see 172 Dear Shepherd of thy people , hear 238 413 Death cannot make our souls afraid - Deep are the wounds which sin hath made 111 Deluded souls who think to find Depraved minds on ashes feed ...
... thine 45 Dear Saviour make me wise to see 172 Dear Shepherd of thy people , hear 238 413 Death cannot make our souls afraid - Deep are the wounds which sin hath made 111 Deluded souls who think to find Depraved minds on ashes feed ...
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... thine Israel's host 342 HA AIL mighty Jesus , how divine Happy beyond description he Happy the church , thou sacred place Hark ! ' tis our heavenly Leader's voice Haste that delightful awful day · 38 135 331 184 367 Hymn and page ...
... thine Israel's host 342 HA AIL mighty Jesus , how divine Happy beyond description he Happy the church , thou sacred place Hark ! ' tis our heavenly Leader's voice Haste that delightful awful day · 38 135 331 184 367 Hymn and page ...
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... thine absence , Lord Jesus , thy blood and righteousness Jesus , my Saviour and my God Jesus , the heavenly lover gave Jesus , the Lord our souls adore Jesus , my love , my chief delight Jesus , I sing thy matchless grace Jesus , I love ...
... thine absence , Lord Jesus , thy blood and righteousness Jesus , my Saviour and my God Jesus , the heavenly lover gave Jesus , the Lord our souls adore Jesus , my love , my chief delight Jesus , I sing thy matchless grace Jesus , I love ...
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... thine Innumerable foes Inquire ye pilgrims for the way In sweet exalted strains In vain Apollos ' silver tongue In vain the giddy world inquires In vain men talk of living faith In what confusion earth appears Is Jesus mine ! I'm now ...
... thine Innumerable foes Inquire ye pilgrims for the way In sweet exalted strains In vain Apollos ' silver tongue In vain the giddy world inquires In vain men talk of living faith In what confusion earth appears Is Jesus mine ! I'm now ...
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... thine Lord , when I read the traitor's doom Lord , with a griev'd and aching heart Long have I seem'd to serve the Lord Look down O Lord with pitying eye Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound MARTHA her love and joy express'd 284 Mortals ...
... thine Lord , when I read the traitor's doom Lord , with a griev'd and aching heart Long have I seem'd to serve the Lord Look down O Lord with pitying eye Loud let the tuneful trumpet sound MARTHA her love and joy express'd 284 Mortals ...
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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.