The New Baptist Praise Book: Or, Hymns of the Centuries

Portada
Benjamin Shepard, William M. Lawrence
American Baptist Publication Society, 1914 - 356 páginas
 

Comentarios de la gente - Escribir un comentario

No encontramos ningún comentario en los lugares habituales.

Páginas seleccionadas

Términos y frases comunes

Pasajes populares

Página 32 - The holy Church throughout all the world doth acknowledge thee, the Father of an infinite Majesty; thine honourable, true, and only Son; also the Holy Ghost the Comforter. Thou art the King of glory, O Christ: thou art the everlasting Son of the Father.
Página 3 - I LOVE the Lord, because he hath heard My voice and my supplications. Because he hath inclined his ear unto me. Therefore will I call upon him as long as I live...
Página 175 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Página 17 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Página 8 - Thus saith God the LORD, he that created the heavens, and stretched them out; he that spread forth the earth, and that which cometh out of it ; he that giveth breath unto the people upon it, and spirit to them that walk therein...
Página 19 - All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.
Página 21 - I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree. Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not; yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.
Página 424 - I am the good shepherd, and know my sheep, and am known of mine. As the Father knoweth me, even so know I the Father : and I lay down my life for the sheep.
Página 420 - O sing unto the Lord a new song ; For He hath done marvellous things : His right hand, and His holy arm, Hath gotten Him the victory.
Página 16 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Información bibliográfica