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third series. Open ftands to mortal eyes ; For Chrift hath risen , and men fhall rise : Now at last , Old things paft , Hope and joy and peace begin : For Chrift hath won , and man shall win . It is not exile , reft on high : It is not ...
third series. Open ftands to mortal eyes ; For Chrift hath risen , and men fhall rise : Now at last , Old things paft , Hope and joy and peace begin : For Chrift hath won , and man shall win . It is not exile , reft on high : It is not ...
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... eye , we bend the knee , With broken words of praise and prayer , Father and God , we come to thee . For thou hast heard , O God of right , The fighing of the hapless flave ; And ftretched for him the arm of might , Not fhortened that ...
... eye , we bend the knee , With broken words of praise and prayer , Father and God , we come to thee . For thou hast heard , O God of right , The fighing of the hapless flave ; And ftretched for him the arm of might , Not fhortened that ...
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... eyes and hands lift up , Doubt not , nor cry , " O God , how long ? ' Hope to the end , in patience hope ! O , never from your faith remove ; Ye cannot fail , for God is love ! Lord , we have faith ; we wait the hour Which to the earth ...
... eyes and hands lift up , Doubt not , nor cry , " O God , how long ? ' Hope to the end , in patience hope ! O , never from your faith remove ; Ye cannot fail , for God is love ! Lord , we have faith ; we wait the hour Which to the earth ...
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... eye to me , then in these flippery ways I will hold up thy goings ; thou shalt praise Me for each step above . O Father , I am weary ! Child , lean thy head Upon my breast . It was Thy rugged path ; my love that spread hope on , till I ...
... eye to me , then in these flippery ways I will hold up thy goings ; thou shalt praise Me for each step above . O Father , I am weary ! Child , lean thy head Upon my breast . It was Thy rugged path ; my love that spread hope on , till I ...
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... eyes , - be strong , Nor caft away The crown that God has given Thy soul to - day ! Miss A. A. Procter . " ONLY A YEAR . " NE year ago , a ringing voice , A ΟΝ ON clear blue eye , And clustering curls of sunny hair , Too fair to die ...
... eyes , - be strong , Nor caft away The crown that God has given Thy soul to - day ! Miss A. A. Procter . " ONLY A YEAR . " NE year ago , a ringing voice , A ΟΝ ON clear blue eye , And clustering curls of sunny hair , Too fair to die ...
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Hymns of the Ages: Second Series (1862) Caroline Snowden Guild,Anne E. Guild Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2009 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angels aſk befide bleffed bleft bless bliss breaſt breath bright caft calm Charlotte Elliott cheer Chrift clouds comfort dark dear death divine doft doth earth eternal everlaſting eyes faith Father fear fhade fhadow fhall fhine fhould fighs fight filent fing fkies fleep flow flowers Frederick Faber ftars ftill ftorms ftream ftrength ftrife ftrong George Wither glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour huſh HYMN Isaac Watts Jesus Joseph Addison laft laſt life's light live Lord Madame Guyon mercy Miss A. A. morning muft muſt night o'er pain paſt peace Philip Doddridge praise pray prayer reft reign reſt sacred Saviour ſhall ſhine ſkies ſky smile song sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtar ſtay ſtill suffering sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art thought throne Thy love truft truth voice wandering weary William Cowper wilt wings word
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 239 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Seite 112 - Only, O Lord, in thy dear love fit us for perfect rest above; and help us, this and every day, to live more nearly as we pray.
Seite 29 - Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.
Seite 173 - I was a wandering sheep, I would not be controlled; But now I love my Shepherd's voice, I love, I love the fold. I was a wayward child, I once preferred to roam; But now I love my Father's voice, I love, I love His home.
Seite 262 - If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do, — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Seite 262 - 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.
Seite 292 - Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above...
Seite 211 - HAD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech than angels use, If love be absent, I am found Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 2 Were I inspired to preach and tell All that is done in heaven and hell ; Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love.
Seite 170 - 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.
Seite 111 - Old friends, old scenes, will lovelier be, As more of Heaven in each we see ; Some softening gleam of love and prayer Shall dawn on every cross and care.