The Congregational Psalmist HymnalHenry Allon, Henry John Gauntlett, William Henry Monk Hodder & Stoughton, 1886 - 580 من الصفحات |
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
A-men adore Amen angels behold bless blest blood breast bright Charles Wesley Christ cross crown dark dear death dim3 divine dwell earth eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear foes GAUNTLETT give glad glorious glory GODFREY THRING gracious grief H. F. LYTE Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY SMART holy hope Horatius Bonar Hymns Isaac Watts J. B. DYKES Jesus JOHN NEWTON JOSEPH BARNBY King Lamb Lamb of God Let Thy light live Lord night o'er peace praise pray prayer Redeemer reign rejoice rest saints salvation Saviour SECOND TUNE shine sing sinners sins Sir ARTHUR SULLIVAN song sorrow soul Spirit strength sweet tears Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy grace Thy hand Thy love Thy mercy Thy name Thy throne Thy word truth unto voice WATTS weary WESLEY wilt
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 66 - Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind ; — " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
الصفحة 152 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 O God, our help in ages past...
الصفحة 189 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
الصفحة 5 - And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll And spread the truth from pole to pole.
الصفحة 217 - Return, O Holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast.
الصفحة 163 - He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! / 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad ; Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and...
الصفحة 350 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4.
الصفحة 2 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
الصفحة 155 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.
الصفحة 89 - 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...