A collection of hymns, with several translations from the hymn-book of the Moravian brethrenJames Hutton, 1742 - 818 σελίδες |
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... poor And let me nothing know , and meek , But that Thou hast been crucify'd : Thy Blood will keep me low ! II . Fter the Labours of Thy Life , ' A ' Thou , Jefu , on the Crofs did'ft die ; Thou fuff ' redit much on our Behalf , And did ...
... poor And let me nothing know , and meek , But that Thou hast been crucify'd : Thy Blood will keep me low ! II . Fter the Labours of Thy Life , ' A ' Thou , Jefu , on the Crofs did'ft die ; Thou fuff ' redit much on our Behalf , And did ...
Σελίδα 4
... poor mean Child was born , His Birth no Palace did adorn , A Manger was his Bed : Look , Look upon this rifing Sun , ' Till Tears of Love the Eyes o'errun , This Babe is Chrift our Head : IV . From the German . N ° 1129 . ND is it then ...
... poor mean Child was born , His Birth no Palace did adorn , A Manger was his Bed : Look , Look upon this rifing Sun , ' Till Tears of Love the Eyes o'errun , This Babe is Chrift our Head : IV . From the German . N ° 1129 . ND is it then ...
Σελίδα 9
... poor , And not that Blood which covers o'er . 16 You hear me pant and beg for Grace , And own my Nature vile and base , Yet that I am a Child of God , And sweetly reft in Jefu's Blood . 17 No Condemnation reaches thofe Whom Jefu's ...
... poor , And not that Blood which covers o'er . 16 You hear me pant and beg for Grace , And own my Nature vile and base , Yet that I am a Child of God , And sweetly reft in Jefu's Blood . 17 No Condemnation reaches thofe Whom Jefu's ...
Σελίδα 12
... Poor and Wretched always fhare Thy tender and peculiar Care : Thou who on Earth the Sick did'ft heal , And to the Poor Thy Grace reveal ; O comfort thro ' the Faith of Thee All who are now in Misery . 3 Look on the State of all our ...
... Poor and Wretched always fhare Thy tender and peculiar Care : Thou who on Earth the Sick did'ft heal , And to the Poor Thy Grace reveal ; O comfort thro ' the Faith of Thee All who are now in Misery . 3 Look on the State of all our ...
Σελίδα 15
... poor Sinners live . 2 Open to us thofe living Springs , Which from thy Wounds do flow ; Dart down thy bright refreshing Beams , To us thy Goodness shew . 3 ' Tis Thy Defire to fave the Loft , To cafe them of their Pain Therefore we come ...
... poor Sinners live . 2 Open to us thofe living Springs , Which from thy Wounds do flow ; Dart down thy bright refreshing Beams , To us thy Goodness shew . 3 ' Tis Thy Defire to fave the Loft , To cafe them of their Pain Therefore we come ...
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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...