A Collection of Divine Hymns, Or Spiritual SongsParaclete Potter, 1810 - 180 psl. |
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angels Asham'd behold bleeding bless'd blessed Blessed be God blest bliss blood brethren bright Canaan Christ the appletree Christian death despair divine doth dwell dy'd earth endless day eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes faith Farewell Father fear feast feel foes free grace give glorious glory God's gospel grief guilt Hallelujah happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Heavenly Lover hell hiding place holy HYMN Jesus Christ joyful king Lamb Lamb of God live LORD dismiss love divine meet mercy ne'er never o'er pain peace poor pow'r praise pray pray'r redeeming love redemption reign rejoice righteousness sacred sacred flesh saints Satan Saviour Saviour bleed Seraphs shame shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sound sov'reign sweet taste tears tell thee There's thine things thro throne tongue trembling trumpet truth unto wounds wretch
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36 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?
150 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.
150 psl. - More than all in Thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
111 psl. - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
150 psl. - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
110 psl. - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe; no good to crave; No fears to quell; no soul to save. 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.
77 psl. - O ye banish'd seed, be glad ; Christ our advocate is made ; Us to save, our flesh assumes, Brother to our souls becomes.
50 psl. - God's free bounty glorify ! True belief and true repentance, Every grace that brings us nigh, Without money, Come to Jesus Christ, and buy.
110 psl. - Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name.
157 psl. - AMAZING grace ! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me ! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.