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BLEST is the man , for ever blest , Whose guilt is pardon ' d by his God ; Whose
sins with sorrow are confess ' d , And cover ' d with his Saviour ' s blood . Blest is
the man , to whom the Lord Imputes not his iniquities ; He pleads no merit of ...
BLEST is the man , for ever blest , Whose guilt is pardon ' d by his God ; Whose
sins with sorrow are confess ' d , And cover ' d with his Saviour ' s blood . Blest is
the man , to whom the Lord Imputes not his iniquities ; He pleads no merit of ...
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But Christ , the heav ' nly Lamb , Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler
name , And richer blood than they . My faith would lay its hand , On that dear
head of thine , While like a penitent I stand , And there confess my sin . My soul
looks ...
But Christ , the heav ' nly Lamb , Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler
name , And richer blood than they . My faith would lay its hand , On that dear
head of thine , While like a penitent I stand , And there confess my sin . My soul
looks ...
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HOW happy are the souls above , From sin and sorrow free ! With Jesus there
they sweetly rest , And all his glory see . 75 . ¡° That brought us here to God ; " In
ceaseless hymns of praise they sing The merit of his blood . With wond ' ring joy
they ...
HOW happy are the souls above , From sin and sorrow free ! With Jesus there
they sweetly rest , And all his glory see . 75 . ¡° That brought us here to God ; " In
ceaseless hymns of praise they sing The merit of his blood . With wond ' ring joy
they ...
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Return , O holy Dove , return , Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made
thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . The dearest idol I have known ,
Whate ' er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee .
Return , O holy Dove , return , Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made
thee mourn , And drove thee from my breast . The dearest idol I have known ,
Whate ' er that idol be , Help me to tear it from thy throne , And worship only thee .
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We learn his will divine Beneath his chast ning rod ; It purifies the soul from sin ,
And brings us near to God , Then , patient , we ... The dying thief rejoic ' d to see
That fountain in his day ; And there would I , defild as he , Wash all my sins away .
We learn his will divine Beneath his chast ning rod ; It purifies the soul from sin ,
And brings us near to God , Then , patient , we ... The dying thief rejoic ' d to see
That fountain in his day ; And there would I , defild as he , Wash all my sins away .
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xlvii ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
xlix ÆäÀÌÁö - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Glory to the new-born KINO. Amen Christmas. Hymn 48. (SECOND TuNE). X "Glory to GOD in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men." HARK I the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born KING, Peace on earth, and mercy mild, GOD and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies; With the angelic host proclaim CHRIST is born in Bethlehem, Hark!
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way ; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart.
47 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.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.