Hymns of the Church universal [selected by J. and E.A. Rylands].1885 - 604ÆäÀÌÁö |
µµ¼ º»¹®¿¡¼
201 ÆäÀÌÁö
... down and wept by the waters Of Babel , and thought of the day When our foe , in the hue of his slaughters , Made Salem's high places his prey ; And ye , O her desolate daughters ! Were scattered all weeping away . 9.8 . While sadly we ...
... down and wept by the waters Of Babel , and thought of the day When our foe , in the hue of his slaughters , Made Salem's high places his prey ; And ye , O her desolate daughters ! Were scattered all weeping away . 9.8 . While sadly we ...
±âŸ ÃâÆÇº» - ¸ðµÎ º¸±â
ÀÚÁÖ ³ª¿À´Â ´Ü¾î ¹× ±¸¹®
adore angels art Thou Auber behold bless blest bright C. H. SPURGEON CHARLES WESLEY Christ Christian Church crown dark DAVID death didst Divine doth Doxology dwell earth eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear foes give glorious glory God's gracious H. F. LYTE Hallelujah hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HEBREWS holy hope Hosanna Hymn hymn-books Israel Jehovah Jesus Keble King Lamb of God light live Lord mighty morning NEGINOTH night o'er peace poem pray prayer Psalm Ray Palmer Redeemer reign rejoice rest righteousness sacred saints salvation Saviour Second Version shine sing sinners sins skies song SONG OF DEGREES sorrow soul Spirit stanzas strain sweet Thee Thine Third Version Thou art Thou hast thought Thy face Thy grace Thy love Thy mercy Thy name Thy praise Thy word tongue Trinity College trust truth verse voice Watts weary wonders worship Zion
Àαâ Àο뱸
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
514 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
328 ÆäÀÌÁö - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin; Let the healing streams abound, Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art; Freely let me take of thee; Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - And love, joy, hope like flowers Spring in His path to birth. Before Him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go ; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
501 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
239 ÆäÀÌÁö - Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide thee, Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
393 ÆäÀÌÁö - There, if Thy Spirit touch the soul, And grace her mean abode, Oh, with what peace, and joy, and love, She communes with her God ! 4* There like the nightingale she pours Her solitary lays ; Nor asks a witness of her song. Nor thirsts for human praise.
293 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
327 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
419 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain. He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.