Hymns and their tunes, selected for public and private worship [by C.P.]. |
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Jesus , Thy blood and righteousness Jesus , our best beloved Friend . . . . . .
Jesus , thou man of sorrows , born . . . . . . Jesu , refuge of my soul . . . . . . . . . . . .
Harrington . . . Easter Hymn Truro . . . . . . Wareham . . . Winchester . . . . St . James
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Jesus , Thy blood and righteousness Jesus , our best beloved Friend . . . . . .
Jesus , thou man of sorrows , born . . . . . . Jesu , refuge of my soul . . . . . . . . . . . .
Harrington . . . Easter Hymn Truro . . . . . . Wareham . . . Winchester . . . . St . James
' s .
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1 2 My God , and is Thy table spread ? . . . . . . My Saviour , let me hear Thy voice .
. . ' . . . Devonshire . . . . . . St . Stephen ' s . . . . . . Not all the blood of beasts . . . . . . .
. . Mount Ephraim . . . O come , loud anthems let us sing . . . . . . Portuguese .
1 2 My God , and is Thy table spread ? . . . . . . My Saviour , let me hear Thy voice .
. . ' . . . Devonshire . . . . . . St . Stephen ' s . . . . . . Not all the blood of beasts . . . . . . .
. . Mount Ephraim . . . O come , loud anthems let us sing . . . . . . Portuguese .
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The Spirit breathes upon the Word Belgrave There is a book who runs may read .
. . Harrington . . . There is a fountain fill ' d with blood . . . St . James ' s . . . There is
a land of pure delight . . . . . . Devizes . . . . . . The stars are but the shining dust .
The Spirit breathes upon the Word Belgrave There is a book who runs may read .
. . Harrington . . . There is a fountain fill ' d with blood . . . St . James ' s . . . There is
a land of pure delight . . . . . . Devizes . . . . . . The stars are but the shining dust .
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Hail , sacred feast , which Jesus makes ; Rich banquet of His flesh and blood !
Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream , that heav ' nly food . 3 .
Oh , let Thy table honour ' d be , And furnish ' d well with joyful guests ; And may ...
Hail , sacred feast , which Jesus makes ; Rich banquet of His flesh and blood !
Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream , that heav ' nly food . 3 .
Oh , let Thy table honour ' d be , And furnish ' d well with joyful guests ; And may ...
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Forth from Thy wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood , Pardon and
life for dying souls . 3 . We give the sacred Spirit praise , Who , in our hearts of sin
and woe , Makes living springs of grace arise , And into boundless glory flow .
Forth from Thy wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood , Pardon and
life for dying souls . 3 . We give the sacred Spirit praise , Who , in our hearts of sin
and woe , Makes living springs of grace arise , And into boundless glory flow .
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27 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
68 ÆäÀÌÁö - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
9 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. 3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - CM 1 rpHERE is a land of pure delight, •*• Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
29 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth, thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life, the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm, And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way...
41 ÆäÀÌÁö - This for sin could not atone, Thou must save, and thou alone; In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling.
1 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known ; He knows the words I mean to speak, Ere from my opening lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I stand, On every side I find thy hand : Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
42 ÆäÀÌÁö - CHRIST, Whose glory fills the skies, Christ, the true, the only Light, Sun of Righteousness, arise, Triumph o'er the shades of night : Day-spring from on high, be near ; Day-star, in my heart appear.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - GOD of my life, to thee I call ! Afflicted, at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where, but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor?