The book of praise, from the best English hymn writers, selected by R. Palmer, العدد 231Roundell Palmer (1st earl of Selborne) 1863 |
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الصفحة 13
... Saviour lends the light and heat That crowns His holy hill ; The saints , like stars , around His seat Perform their courses still . The saints above are stars in Heaven ; What are the saints on earth ? Like trees they stand , whom God ...
... Saviour lends the light and heat That crowns His holy hill ; The saints , like stars , around His seat Perform their courses still . The saints above are stars in Heaven ; What are the saints on earth ? Like trees they stand , whom God ...
الصفحة 22
... ? And shall not he the chorus swell , Whose form the Incarnate Godhead wore ; Whose guilt , whose fears , whose triumph tell How deep the wounds his Saviour bore ? Long as yon glittering arch shall bend , Long as 22 The Book of Praise .
... ? And shall not he the chorus swell , Whose form the Incarnate Godhead wore ; Whose guilt , whose fears , whose triumph tell How deep the wounds his Saviour bore ? Long as yon glittering arch shall bend , Long as 22 The Book of Praise .
الصفحة 34
... Saviour born in David's home , To whom for power and health obedient worlds should come . " ' Tis not , " the Christ the Lord : " With fixed adoring look The quire of angels caught the word , Nor yet 34 The Book of Praise .
... Saviour born in David's home , To whom for power and health obedient worlds should come . " ' Tis not , " the Christ the Lord : " With fixed adoring look The quire of angels caught the word , Nor yet 34 The Book of Praise .
الصفحة 36
... Saviour left for you ; Think on the Lord most Holy , come To dwell with hearts untrue : So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways , And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise . John Keble . 1827 . XXXII . ' Tis come , the time ...
... Saviour left for you ; Think on the Lord most Holy , come To dwell with hearts untrue : So shall ye tread untired His pastoral ways , And in the darkness sing your carol of high praise . John Keble . 1827 . XXXII . ' Tis come , the time ...
الصفحة 40
... Saviour Christ is born , And angels sing His birth : We'll join the bright seraphic throng , We'll share their joys , and swell their song . O ! ' tis a lofty theme , Supplied by angels ' tongues ! All other objects seem Unworthy of our ...
... Saviour Christ is born , And angels sing His birth : We'll join the bright seraphic throng , We'll share their joys , and swell their song . O ! ' tis a lofty theme , Supplied by angels ' tongues ! All other objects seem Unworthy of our ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
adore Alleluia angels Augustus Montague Toplady behold Bishop bless blest bliss Blood breast bright Charles Wesley cheer Christ clouds crown darkness dear death didst divine doth dwell earth earthly eternal everlasting evermore eyes faint faith Father fear feet foes Friend glorious glory gracious grief Hallelujah hand happy hath hear heart Heaven heavenly Henry Francis Lyte holy hope Hosanna hymn Isaac Watts Jesus John John Keble John Newton King Lamb Let Thy light live Lord Martin Madan mercy morning never night o'er omitted peace Philip Doddridge prayer PSALM Reginald Heber reign rejoice rest rise sacred saints Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies sleep song sorrow soul Spirit stanzas Sweet baby tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast throne Thy face Thy grace Thy love Thy Name Thy praise Thy word Thyself voice weary William Cowper wilt wings
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 158 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
الصفحة 52 - How sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear ! E2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
الصفحة 1 - Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.
الصفحة 175 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
الصفحة 254 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
الصفحة 53 - 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.
الصفحة 430 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
الصفحة 251 - 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.
الصفحة 189 - When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
الصفحة 432 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.