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Psalms and Hymns. Collected and edited by George Dawson. Third edition
Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1866
adore angels bear Behold bless blest breath bright bring cease Christ clouds comfort darkness dead death deep divine doth dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith fall Father fear feet fire flow give glad glorious glory grace hand hath head hear heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour Jesus keep kind King land light live Look Lord meet mercy mighty morning mortal never night o'er of—the peace poor praise pray prayer pure raise rejoice rest righteousness Ring rise round saints Saviour seek servant shine sing skies sleep song sorrow soul sound Spirit stand star strength strong sure sweet tears Thee thine things Thou art Thou hast thoughts throne thy word tongue trouble truth turn unto voice wait wings wonders
Sida 33 - Come and hear, all ye that fear God, and I will declare what he hath done for my soul.
Sida 334 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age — It gives, but borrows none.
Sida 270 - NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Sida 241 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. 5 The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne, And worship only thee.
Sida 300 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Sida 207 - ... JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Sida 154 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Sida 193 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.