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adore Almighty angels Behold bless blest blood breath C. M.-Barby C. M.-Colchester cheerful Christ cr f darkness death di cr divine Dunchurch dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear feet flowing tears foes glorious gospel gracious guilt hath hear heart heav'n heav'nly hell holy honors hope Hosanna humble humble souls Hymn Israel Jehovah Jesus joyful King let thy light live Lord Luton mercy seat mourn ne'er night o'er peace pow'r prayer proclaim Psalm Redeemer reigns rejoice righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour Saviour bleed shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sovereign Spirit sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thoughts thy face thy grace thy hand thy love thy mercy thy name thy praise thy throne thy word tongue trembling trust truth Uxbridge voice waking eyes wondrous ye saints Zion
Page 340 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 502 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to his blood. 3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4.
Page 39 - THE heavens declare thy glory Lord ; In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess ; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
Page 152 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Page 440 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...
Page 406 - The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 6 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
Page 441 - And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...
Page 46 - I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay ; A word of thy supporting breath Drives all my fears away. 4...