Hymn GemsChristopher publishing house, 1919 - 96 Seiten |
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... Robert Grant . Gethsemane can I forget , Or there thy conflict see , Thine agony and bloody sweat , And not remember thee ? When to the cross I turn mine eyes , And rest on Calvary , O Lamb of God , my Sacrifice , I must remember thee ...
... Robert Grant . Gethsemane can I forget , Or there thy conflict see , Thine agony and bloody sweat , And not remember thee ? When to the cross I turn mine eyes , And rest on Calvary , O Lamb of God , my Sacrifice , I must remember thee ...
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... Robert Grant . Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame ; The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with his name . John G. Whittier . Where cross the crowded ways of life , Where sound 22 HYMN GEMS.
... Robert Grant . Through him the first fond prayers are said Our lips of childhood frame ; The last low whispers of our dead Are burdened with his name . John G. Whittier . Where cross the crowded ways of life , Where sound 22 HYMN GEMS.
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... Robert Grant . Wash me , and make me thus thine own ; Wash me , and mine thou art ; Wash me , but not my feet alone , My hands , my head , my heart . Charles Wesley . I looked to Jesus , and I found In him my star , my sun ; And in that ...
... Robert Grant . Wash me , and make me thus thine own ; Wash me , and mine thou art ; Wash me , but not my feet alone , My hands , my head , my heart . Charles Wesley . I looked to Jesus , and I found In him my star , my sun ; And in that ...
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... Robert Grant . Upon the gospel's sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine . John Bowring . This lamp , through all the tedious night Of life , shall guide our way , Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day . John Fawcett ...
... Robert Grant . Upon the gospel's sacred page The gathered beams of ages shine . John Bowring . This lamp , through all the tedious night Of life , shall guide our way , Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day . John Fawcett ...
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... ? It breathes in the air , it shines in the light , It streams from the hills , it descends to the plain , And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain . Robert Grant . And though this world , with devils filled , Should HYMN GEMS 67.
... ? It breathes in the air , it shines in the light , It streams from the hills , it descends to the plain , And sweetly distills in the dew and the rain . Robert Grant . And though this world , with devils filled , Should HYMN GEMS 67.
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adore angels Anna Anne Steele Author Unknown beams beauty beneath Benjamin Beddome blessed blest breast breath bright calm cease Charles Wesley Charlotte Elliott Christ Christopher Wordsworth cloud cross crown darkness death divine earth earthly eternal eyes Faber fade faith Father fears flower flows forever Frederick Frederick W George glory golden grace griefs hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Alford holy hope Horatius Bonar hour hush hymn Isaac Watts James Montgomery Jesus John Bowring John Ellerton John G John Keble John Newton life's light Lord mercy morning never night o'er pain peace Philip Doddridge praise prayer Reginald Heber rest rise Robert Grant roll saints Samuel Longfellow Saviour shadows shine shore sigh sing skies smile song sorrow soul Spirit stars storm stream strife sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thy love toil veil Whittier William Cowper wings worship
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 81 - So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.
Seite 85 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Seite 94 - And so beside the silent sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care.
Seite 67 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : "Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
Seite 85 - Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; Both speed them to their source : So a soul, that's born of God, Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace.
Seite 58 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Seite 22 - O'er this benighted soul of mine. 4 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On Whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His name.
Seite 36 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite ! Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Seite 70 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low ; Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, — Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.
Seite 64 - 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.