Family HymnsAmerican Tract Society, 1835 - 216 pages |
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... triumph over death ! 4 Mine to tell of joys to come , And the rebel - sinner's doom : - O thou precious Book divine ! Precious treasure ! thou art mine . 1 3. The Bible precious . 8 , 7 . PRECIOUS Bible ! what a treasure Does the Word ...
... triumph over death ! 4 Mine to tell of joys to come , And the rebel - sinner's doom : - O thou precious Book divine ! Precious treasure ! thou art mine . 1 3. The Bible precious . 8 , 7 . PRECIOUS Bible ! what a treasure Does the Word ...
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... triumph of the skies ; Hail the heaven - born Prince of Peace ! Hail the Son of Righteousness ! 3 Mild , he lays his glory by ; Born that man no more might die Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth . 4 Come ...
... triumph of the skies ; Hail the heaven - born Prince of Peace ! Hail the Son of Righteousness ! 3 Mild , he lays his glory by ; Born that man no more might die Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth . 4 Come ...
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... Triumph in redeeming love . 2 Ye , who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Savior's face , As to Canaan on ye move , Praise and bless redeeming love . 3 Mourning souls , dry up your tears , Banish all your guilty fears ; See your ...
... Triumph in redeeming love . 2 Ye , who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Savior's face , As to Canaan on ye move , Praise and bless redeeming love . 3 Mourning souls , dry up your tears , Banish all your guilty fears ; See your ...
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... triumph high ; Sing a rebellious passion slain , Or mourn to feel it live again . 3 One happy hour beholds me rise , Borne upward to my native skies ; When faith assists my soaring flight To realms of joy and worlds of light . 4 Scarce ...
... triumph high ; Sing a rebellious passion slain , Or mourn to feel it live again . 3 One happy hour beholds me rise , Borne upward to my native skies ; When faith assists my soaring flight To realms of joy and worlds of light . 4 Scarce ...
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... - my hopes revive ; Come , join with me , ye saints , and sing : Our foes in vain against us strive , For God will help and triumph bring . Newton . 122. Backslidings and returns . C. M. 1 WHY is 121 [ 96 121 CHRISTIAN .
... - my hopes revive ; Come , join with me , ye saints , and sing : Our foes in vain against us strive , For God will help and triumph bring . Newton . 122. Backslidings and returns . C. M. 1 WHY is 121 [ 96 121 CHRISTIAN .
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adore Almighty angels Behold bleeding blessings blest bliss blood breast breath C. M. Newton cheer Christ dark Dear Lord death despair divine Doddridge dreadful dwell dying earth endless eternal everlasting eyes face faint faith Father fear feet foes glorious glory Gospel gracious guilt hail happy hast hear heart heart of stone heaven heavenly heavenly host hell holy Holy Spirit hope Hosanna humble Jesus joyful joys King Lamb Lamb of God Let thy light live mercy morning mortal mourn ne'er never Newton night o'er pain pardon peace pleasures pray prayer rapturous song redeeming love reign rest rise sacred salvation Savior seek seraphs shine sing sinners sins skies songs songs of praise sorrows soul sound sovereign Spirit Star of Bethlehem storm sweet tears thee thine thou art thoughts throne thy grace thy love thy name thy word tongue trembling triumph voice Watts wonders wretched ye saints
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Page 119 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Page 22 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 115 - MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine.
Page 35 - 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.
Page 196 - UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose.
Page 216 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till...
Page 186 - I would not live alway : no — welcome the tomb: Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Page 9 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command ; Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Page 213 - How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found...
Page 193 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame : Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away.