A Collection of Hymns for the Use of the People Called Methodists

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J. Jones, 1804 - Hymns, English - 548 pages

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Page 20 - The church triumphant in thy love, — Their mighty joys we know: They sing the Lamb in hymns above, And we in hymns below. 3 Thee, in thy glorious realm, they praise, And bow before thy throne : We in the kingdom of thy grace ; — The kingdoms are but one.
Page 320 - Each moment draw from earth away My heart, that lowly waits Thy call ; Speak to my inmost soul, and say, " I am thy Love, thy God, thy All ! " To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, To taste Thy love, be all my choice.
Page 196 - The Father hears him pray, His dear anointed One : He cannot turn away The presence of his Son : His Spirit answers to the blood, And tells me I am born of God.
Page 136 - Wilt thou not yet to me reveal Thy new, unutterable name? Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell; To know it now resolved I am: Wrestling, I will not let thee go Till I thy name, thy nature know.
Page 491 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Page 137 - Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end ; All helplessness, all weakness, I On Thee alone for strength depend ; Nor have I power from Thee to move ; Thy Nature, and Thy Name, is Love.
Page 139 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Page 203 - I thank thee, uncreated sun, That thy bright .beams on me have shined; I thank thee who hast overthrown My foes, and healed my wounded mind. I thank thee, whose enlivening voice Bids my freed heart in thee rejoice.
Page 361 - Finish then thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be; Let us see thy great salvation, Perfectly restored in thee: Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee. Lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 219 - Tis there with the lambs of thy flock, There only I covet to rest, To lie at the foot of the Rock, Or rise to be hid in thy breast ; 'Tis there I would always abide, And never a moment depart ; Conceal'd in the cleft of thy side, Eternally held in thy heart.

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