Sunday school and revivalCharlie Davis Tillman Charlie D. Tillman, 1907 - 230 strán (strany) |
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Strana 95 - Just as I am — and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come.
Strana 57 - 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.
Strana 189 - 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.
Strana 122 - JOY to the world ! the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains. Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make his blessings flow Par as the curse is found.
Strana 39 - AMAZING grace ! how sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me ! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.
Strana 57 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness, False and full of sin I am ; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Strana 189 - 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 ? 4. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.