Bell's Edition, Volúmenes61-62J. Bell, 1782 |
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... ftrong thine arm is mighty God , a 49 How sweet and awful is the place , C 13 } How vain are all things here below , b 48 How wondrous great , how glorious bright , b 87 I I cannot bear thine abfence Lord , I give TABLE . xxi.
... ftrong thine arm is mighty God , a 49 How sweet and awful is the place , C 13 } How vain are all things here below , b 48 How wondrous great , how glorious bright , b 87 I I cannot bear thine abfence Lord , I give TABLE . xxi.
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... And words of peace reveal ! 2. How charming is their voice ! How sweet the tidings are ! " Sion , behold thy Saviour king ; " He reigns and triumphs here . " % 3. How happy are our ears That hear this joyful 72 Book I HYMNS .
... And words of peace reveal ! 2. How charming is their voice ! How sweet the tidings are ! " Sion , behold thy Saviour king ; " He reigns and triumphs here . " % 3. How happy are our ears That hear this joyful 72 Book I HYMNS .
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... Sweet pleafures mingle with the pains While his left hand my head fuflains . 4. But if the Lord be once withdrawn , And we attempt the work alone , When new temptations fpring and rife We find how great our weaknefs is . 5. So Sampfon ...
... Sweet pleafures mingle with the pains While his left hand my head fuflains . 4. But if the Lord be once withdrawn , And we attempt the work alone , When new temptations fpring and rife We find how great our weaknefs is . 5. So Sampfon ...
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... Sweet is the favour of their names , And foft their fleeping bed . 2. They die in Jefus and are blefs'd ; How kind their flumbers are ! From fuff'rings and from fins releas'd , And freed from ev'ry snare . 3. Far from this world of toil ...
... Sweet is the favour of their names , And foft their fleeping bed . 2. They die in Jefus and are blefs'd ; How kind their flumbers are ! From fuff'rings and from fins releas'd , And freed from ev'ry snare . 3. Far from this world of toil ...
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... my heartstrings break ; How sweet my minutes roll ! A mortal palenefs on my cheek , And glory in my foul . ] 8 12 16 20 24 RYMNS . 21 XX . Spiritual apparel , namely , ૨૦ Book I. HYMNS . XIX. The fong of Simeon, or, Death ...
... my heartstrings break ; How sweet my minutes roll ! A mortal palenefs on my cheek , And glory in my foul . ] 8 12 16 20 24 RYMNS . 21 XX . Spiritual apparel , namely , ૨૦ Book I. HYMNS . XIX. The fong of Simeon, or, Death ...
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Página 122 - 2. With joy the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love; The Son with joy looks down and fees The purchafe of his agonies. $ 3. The Spirit takes delight to view The holy foul he form'd anew, And faints and angels join to fing The growing empire of their
Página 159 - XXXII. Third. Long Metre. To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praife, and glory, giv'n By all on earth and all in heav'n. XXXIII. Or
Página 25 - THEE we adore Eternal Name! And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we. [2. Our wafting lives grow fhorter ftill As months and days
Página 134 - [4. His dying crimfon like a robe Spreads o'er his body on the tree, Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me.]
Página 165 - all the glorious names Of Wifdom, Love, and Pow'r, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore, All are too mean To fpeak his worth, , *. Too mean to fet -. My Saviour forth.
Página 92 - and make them mine. 4. Be thou my pattern, make me bear More of thy gracious image here, Then God the Judge fhall own my name
Página 149 - Were I infpir'd to preach and tell All that is done in heav'n and hell, Or could my faith the world remove, Still I am nothing without love. 8
Página 113 - 5. Then what my thoughts defign to do My hands with all your might purfue, Since no device nor work is found, Nor faith nor hope beneath the ground.
Página 139 - We humbly take what they refufe, And Gentiles thy falvation tafte. 3. We are the poor, the blind, the lame, And help was far and death was nigh! But at the gofpel-call we came, And ev'ry want
Página 89 - 2. Worthy the Lamb thatdy'd, they cry, To be exalted thus; Worthy the Lamb our lips reply, Tor he was