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adore almighty angels Armley Barby Behold bless bless'd blest blood breath C. M. SECOND cheerful Christ darkness dear death delight Devizes divine dreadful dust dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting exalted eyes faith Father fear feet flesh flowing tears foes glorious glory gospel guilt hast hath hear heart heav'n heav'nly hell holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls HYMN immortal Islington Israel Jehovah Jesus joyful King Lamb light live Lord mighty mortal mourn Nantwich ne'er o'er Oporto pain peace promis'd PSALM Quercy race rage Redeemer reigns rejoice righteousness rise sacred salvation Satan Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies songs sons sorrows soul sov'reign Spirit stand sweet terrours thee thine Thou art thro thy face thy grace thy hand thy love thy name thy pow'r thy praise thy throne thy word tongue trust vengeance voice Walsal Wantage wondrous wrath ye saints Zion
Page 113 - Thou may'st smile at all thy foes. 2 See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove; Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst t
Page 283 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died"— they cry, "To be exalted thus :"— "Worthy the Lamb"— our lips reply,
Page 55 - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Page 321 - SO let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess; So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine.
Page 318 - Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations' mean, For he has felt the same.
Page 17 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 99 - Born Thy people to deliver, Born a child, and yet a King, Born to reign in us for ever, Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
Page 238 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.