A collection of hymns, with several translations from the hymn-book of the Moravian brethrenJames Hutton, 1742 - 818 σελίδες |
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... Thought ! Thy Blood indeed Has purchas'd ev'ry Grace we need . 2 We need not lie in Chains of Sin , In fear and Darkness all our Days ; If but our Hearts have Thee within , Our Mouths can gladly found thy Praise : Numbers of Slaves Thou ...
... Thought ! Thy Blood indeed Has purchas'd ev'ry Grace we need . 2 We need not lie in Chains of Sin , In fear and Darkness all our Days ; If but our Hearts have Thee within , Our Mouths can gladly found thy Praise : Numbers of Slaves Thou ...
Σελίδα 13
... thought nor acted ill , Why was He wounded fo ? 5 Alas ! I know the Reason why : Our num'rous Sins He bore , This caus'd his bitter Agony , This wounded him fo fore . 6 But hence our Confidence begins , For we may boldly fay , That thus ...
... thought nor acted ill , Why was He wounded fo ? 5 Alas ! I know the Reason why : Our num'rous Sins He bore , This caus'd his bitter Agony , This wounded him fo fore . 6 But hence our Confidence begins , For we may boldly fay , That thus ...
Σελίδα 17
... Thought , Thou haft deferv'd all Praise and Pow'r , For by Thy Blood we all are bought . O let us henceforth feel Thy Fire ! Stir , Lord , that we may active be ! And fince we live , let us defire , To bring fome Thousands more to Thee ...
... Thought , Thou haft deferv'd all Praise and Pow'r , For by Thy Blood we all are bought . O let us henceforth feel Thy Fire ! Stir , Lord , that we may active be ! And fince we live , let us defire , To bring fome Thousands more to Thee ...
Σελίδα 20
... Thoughts employ . His Blood has wafh'd me clean From Sin ; Should he appear , I'm not in Fear ; My Debts are paid , And full Attonement made . 2 But till he come And fetch me home , 2 But 20 A Collection . of HYMNS . XIV. ...
... Thoughts employ . His Blood has wafh'd me clean From Sin ; Should he appear , I'm not in Fear ; My Debts are paid , And full Attonement made . 2 But till he come And fetch me home , 2 But 20 A Collection . of HYMNS . XIV. ...
Σελίδα 34
... Thoughts caft off , And to Chrift look'd for Aid enough . 1 G XXVII . O forth , in Spirit go To Calv'ry's holy Mount ! See there thy Friend between two Thieves Suff ring on thy Account . 2 Fall at His Crofs's Foot , And fay , My God and ...
... Thoughts caft off , And to Chrift look'd for Aid enough . 1 G XXVII . O forth , in Spirit go To Calv'ry's holy Mount ! See there thy Friend between two Thieves Suff ring on thy Account . 2 Fall at His Crofs's Foot , And fay , My God and ...
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Becauſe Behold bleeding blefs bleft Blifs Blood divine bought Breaft Caufe chearful Chrift Crofs Crofs's crucify'd dear deareſt divine doft doth Duft dy'd e'er elfe endleſs eternal ev'n ev'ry Eyes fafe Faith fave feel fhall fhed fhew fhine fhould fince fing fink flain Flame flaughter'd Fleſh fome foon Friend ftand ftill fuch fure fweet German give glorious Glory God's gracious Happineſs happy hath Heart Heav'n Hell himſelf holy Jefu's Blood Jefus kifs King Lamb Lamb of God Lamb's live loft Lord melt Mercy Mifery moft moſt muft myſelf Myſtery ne'er o'er Pain Peace poor Pow'r Praife Praiſe precious Blood Purchaſe Reft Righteouſneſs Saviour ſhall Shame Sinners Sins Smart Soul Spirit ſtill ſweet tender Thee Thefe theſe Thine Thing thofe Thou art Thou haft thouſand thro Throne Thy Blood Thy Feet Thy Grace Thy Love Thy Wounds Whofe World
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Σελίδα 22 - 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,
Σελίδα 86 - How blest are they who still abide Close sheltered in thy bleeding side, Who life and strength from thence derive, And by thee move, and in thee live.
Σελίδα 22 - Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, For he was slain for us. 3 JESUS is worthy to receive Honour and power divine ; And blessings more than we can give, Be, LORD, for ever thine. 4 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.
Σελίδα 86 - I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood ; To dwell within thy wounds ; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be...
Σελίδα 100 - Lamb ; Worthy truth, great mystery ! By his blood salvation came : By his stripes my wounds are heal'd, By his death God's love reveal'd; We, once strangers far from God, Are brought nigh by Jesus
Σελίδα 51 - O fix my wavering mind ! To thy cross my spirit bind : Earthly passions far remove ; Swallow up my soul in love. 4 Dust and ashes though we be, Full of sin and misery, Thine we are, thou Son of God ; Take the purchase of thy blood ! 5 Who in heart on thee believes ; He th' atonement now receives : He with joy beholds thy face, Triumphs in thy pard'ning grace.
Σελίδα 87 - First-born of many brethren thou ! To thee, lo ! all our souls we bow : To thee our hearts and hands we give : Thine may we die, thine may we live ! 2-6s&4-7s.
Σελίδα 46 - A barren uncouth prospect yield. Clear'd of the thorns by civil care, A few less hideous wastes are seen ; Yet still they all continue bare, And not one spot of earth is green.
Σελίδα 13 - He never thought nor a&ed ill ; Why was He wounded fo ? 5. Alas ! I know the Reafon why : Our num'rous Sins He bore, This caus'd his bitter Agony, This wounded him fo fore. 6. But hence our Confidence begins; For we may boldly fay, That thus, by bearing all oar Sins, He took them all away.
Σελίδα 136 - Can any 111 diilrefs my Heart, Since God with his own Son did part ? Whate'er I want can't be deny'd, Becaufe for me the Lamb has dy'd. 8 Who can condemn, now Chrift has died ; I, by His Blood...