Hymns and Spiritual Songs: In Three Books. ... By I. Watts, D.D.W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Buckland, G. Keith, L. Hawes W. Clarke & B. Collins [and 3 others in London], 1773 - 338ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... Night But few among the carnal Wife CAN P C b251 ₺ 158 - a 97 96 -1 b . 170 at 119 b . 84 AN Creatures to perfection find Chrift and his Crofs is all our Theme Come , all harmonious Tongues Come , deareft Lord , defcend and dwell a 185 ...
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... Night BOOK HY . 6a16 08 42c025 10 al 644416 cl . 4 a og8 Jar 38 2018 Ja 139 ❤ ¥ó 12 b 90 b 166 How honourable is the Place How large the Promise , how divine . How oft - have Sin and Satan ftrove How rich are thy Provifions , Lord How ...
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... Night " Once more , my Soul , the rifing Day Our Days , alas ! our mortal Days Our God how firm his Promife ftands Cur Sins , alas ! how ftrong they be Our Souls fhall magnify the Lord Our Spirits join t ' adore the Lamb ' ¡¤ 2 b 80 b91 ...
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... Night ' Twas the Commiffion of our Lord VAIN V C c 51 40 39 . G 41 b . 15 - C ¡¤ 1 a 52 AIN are the Hopes the Sons of Men a 94 Vain are the Hopes that Rebels place -.a Unfhaken as the facred Hill Up to the Fields where Angels lie Up to ...
... Night ' Twas the Commiffion of our Lord VAIN V C c 51 40 39 . G 41 b . 15 - C ¡¤ 1 a 52 AIN are the Hopes the Sons of Men a 94 Vain are the Hopes that Rebels place -.a Unfhaken as the facred Hill Up to the Fields where Angels lie Up to ...
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111 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis a sweet, a charming theme; My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name: Ye angels, dwell upon the sound, Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground!
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer : The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and Thy victory too. 4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here. Then God the Judge shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.
115 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see ; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire : Come, my dear Jesus ! from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise.
213 ÆäÀÌÁö - I fly to thee, my Lord ; And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief assuage ; Here I behold my Saviour's face, Almost in every page.
251 ÆäÀÌÁö - Great GOD ! Thy sovereign power impart To give Thy word success ; Write Thy salvation in my heart, And make me learn Thy grace. 5 Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high, There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.
201 ÆäÀÌÁö - To an immortal tune ; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done.
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb ? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume.
5 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.