Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian Devotion in Public and Private. Selected from the Best Authors, with Variations and AdditionsThomas and Andrews, and West and Blake, 1812 - 507 psl. |
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... 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 . 3 ...
... 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 . 3 ...
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Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian ... John Clarke,Jedidiah Morse,William Ellery Channing Visos knygos peržiūra - 1820 |
Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian ... John Clarke,Jedidiah Morse,William Ellery Channing Visos knygos peržiūra - 1820 |
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adore almighty angels Behold bless blest bliss breath cheerful Christ Common Metre death delight divine DODDRIDGE dust dwell earth eternal everlasting everlasting song exalted eyes faith Father fear feet flowing tears foes glorious God's gospel gracious happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls HYMN immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King let thy light live Long Metre Lord mighty mortal mourn o'er pain peace proclaim PSALM raise reigns rejoice repentant song righteous rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine Short Metre sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sovereign spirit spread stand STEELE TATE thee thine Thou art thy command thy face thy grace thy hand thy love Thy mercy thy name thy power thy praise thy throne thy word tongue trust truth voice WATTS WATTS united Whilst wilt wonders wondrous ye saints
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