Hymns of the Church militant [ed. by A.B. Warner].R. Carter & brothers, 1858 - 652 pages |
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... Thy will be done . " Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay , My Father ! still I strive to say , " Thy will be done . " If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet THE CHURCH MILITANT . 15 แ ...
... Thy will be done . " Should pining sickness waste away My life in premature decay , My Father ! still I strive to say , " Thy will be done . " If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet THE CHURCH MILITANT . 15 แ ...
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Anna Bartlett Warner. If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest , My God ! to thee I leave the rest , " Thy will be done . " Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with thine , and take away All that now ...
Anna Bartlett Warner. If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest , My God ! to thee I leave the rest , " Thy will be done . " Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with thine , and take away All that now ...
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... give way ! Who is the King of glory ? who ? The Lord , of glorious power possessed ; — The King of saints and angels too ; — God over all , forever blest ! Increase our Faith . WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise 28 HYMNS OF.
... give way ! Who is the King of glory ? who ? The Lord , of glorious power possessed ; — The King of saints and angels too ; — God over all , forever blest ! Increase our Faith . WHEN sins and fears prevailing rise 28 HYMNS OF.
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... Blest inhabitants of Zion , Washed in the Redeemer's blood ! Jesus , whom their souls rely on , Makes them kings and priests to God . ' Tis his love his people raises Over self to reign as kings , And as priests , his solemn praises ...
... Blest inhabitants of Zion , Washed in the Redeemer's blood ! Jesus , whom their souls rely on , Makes them kings and priests to God . ' Tis his love his people raises Over self to reign as kings , And as priests , his solemn praises ...
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... ! Scatter the clouds which o'er my head Thick glooms of dubious terrors spread ; Lead me into celestial day , And to myself , myself display . May I at that blest world arrive , Where Christ 66 HYMNS OF Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts; ...
... ! Scatter the clouds which o'er my head Thick glooms of dubious terrors spread ; Lead me into celestial day , And to myself , myself display . May I at that blest world arrive , Where Christ 66 HYMNS OF Dwell, Spirit, in our hearts; ...
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Abba Father angels Art thou behold bless blest bliss blood breast breath bright Canaan canst Christ clouds crown dark dear death divine doth dwell earth earthly Eben-ezer eternal everlasting everlasting love evermore eyes faint faith Father fear feet foes give glorious glory God's gracious grief Hallelujah happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope hour Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God land light live look Lord love possess mortal never nigh night o'er pain peace poor praise pray prayer promise rapturous songs Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Satan Saviour seek shalt shine sing sinners sins skies song sorrow soul spirit stand strength strong to save sweet tears tempests thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt thought throne thy grace thy hand thy love trembling trust unto voice wait weary weep ye saints
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Page 5 - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Page 334 - O thou by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way; The path of prayer Thyself hast trod: Lord teach us how to pray
Page 137 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of Thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Page 34 - See ! the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove : Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage ? — Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age.
Page 164 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 6 - 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!
Page 199 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast.
Page 163 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 469 - Just as I am, poor, wretched, blind ; Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, O Lamb of God, I come.
Page 334 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.