Hymns and spiritual songs. 1st Worcester ed1786 |
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Sida 125
... pain , · To weave a garment of your own , That will not hide . your fin 7 Come naked and adorn your fouls In robes prepar'd by God , Wrought by the labours of his Son , And dyed in his blood . ] 8 Dear God ! the treasures of thy love ...
... pain , · To weave a garment of your own , That will not hide . your fin 7 Come naked and adorn your fouls In robes prepar'd by God , Wrought by the labours of his Son , And dyed in his blood . ] 8 Dear God ! the treasures of thy love ...
Sida 127
... pains , While his left hand my head - fuftains . But if the Lord be once withdrawn , And we attempt the work alone ; When new temptations fpring and rife , We find how great our weakness is .. 5 So Sampfon , when his hair was lost , Met ...
... pains , While his left hand my head - fuftains . But if the Lord be once withdrawn , And we attempt the work alone ; When new temptations fpring and rife , We find how great our weakness is .. 5 So Sampfon , when his hair was lost , Met ...
Sida 131
... pain their fouls : He bids their parching thirst be gone , And spreads the shadow of his wings , NOW 14 , & c . TOW fhal ! inward joys arife , my And burst into a fong ; Almighty love infpires my heart , And pleafures tune my tongue . 2 ...
... pain their fouls : He bids their parching thirst be gone , And spreads the shadow of his wings , NOW 14 , & c . TOW fhal ! inward joys arife , my And burst into a fong ; Almighty love infpires my heart , And pleafures tune my tongue . 2 ...
Sida 132
... pains to endless joys , On fiery wheels they rode , And ftrangely wash'd their raiment white In Jefus dying blood . 3 Now they approach a spotless God , ` And bow before his throne ; Their warbling harps and facred songs , Adore the ...
... pains to endless joys , On fiery wheels they rode , And ftrangely wash'd their raiment white In Jefus dying blood . 3 Now they approach a spotless God , ` And bow before his throne ; Their warbling harps and facred songs , Adore the ...
Sida 133
... Pains of the flesh are wont t ' abufe. The Chriftian Race . Ifa . xl . 28 , 29 , 30 , 31 . WAKE our fouls ( away our fears , " A Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone ) Awake and run the heav'nly race , And put a cheerful courage on . 2 ...
... Pains of the flesh are wont t ' abufe. The Chriftian Race . Ifa . xl . 28 , 29 , 30 , 31 . WAKE our fouls ( away our fears , " A Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone ) Awake and run the heav'nly race , And put a cheerful courage on . 2 ...
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adore Almighty angels arife Behold beneath bleffings blefs'd blood cheerful Chrift COMMON METRE darkneſs dear death defcends defire delight divine dreadful dwell dy'd dying earth endleſs eternal ev'ry everlaſting eyes face facred fafe faints faith falvation fame Father fave feaft feals fear feek feet fhall fhines fhould fing finners fkies flain fleſh fmiling fome fongs fons forrows foul fov'reign fpread ftand ftrong fuch fweet glorious glory God's gofpel guilt hand heart heav'n heav'nly hell Hofanna holy honours humble immortal Jefus joyful joys juft King Lamb lives LONG METRE Lord mercy mighty Mofes mortal muft muſt paffions pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe promife raife raiſe Redeemer reft reigns rife righteouſneſs Satan Saviour ſhall SHORT METRE ſkies ſky Solomon's Song Spirit ſtands taſte thee thefe theſe thine thofe thoſe thou thouſand throne thy grace tongues vengeance voice whofe wond'rous word wrath
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Sida 194 - GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Sida 126 - He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long-, But died without the sight.
Sida 202 - And can this mighty King Of Glory condescend? And will He write His name, My Father and my Friend ? I love His name, I love His word ; Join, all my powers, And praise the Lord.
Sida 148 - NO more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done : I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son. 2 Now, for the love I bear his name, What was my gain I count my loss ; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross. 3 Yes, and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus...
Sida 177 - God as strangely kind. 3 On us He bids the sun Shed his reviving rays; For us the skies their circles run, To lengthen out our days. 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men ; But we, more base, more brutish things, Reject his easy reign.
Sida 145 - The dust returns to dust again, The soul in agonies of pain Ascends to God, not there to dwell, But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.
Sida 159 - But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.
Sida 179 - Angels ! assist our mighty joys ; Strike all your harps of gold; But when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told.
Sida 166 - Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Sida 211 - His favourites, to proclaim The honours of His grace. 2 Glory to God the Son be paid, Who dwelt in humble clay, And to redeem us from the dead Gave His own life away. 3 Glory to God the Spirit give, From whose almighty power Our souls their heavenly birth derive, And bless the happy hour. 4 Glory to God that reigns above, Th' eternal Three in One, Who by the wonders of His love Has made His nature known.