Christ in Song: Hymns of Immanual, Selected from All Ages, with Notes, Zväzok 1

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Strana 140 - O FOR a heart to praise my God, a heart from sin set free; a heart that's sprinkled with the blood so freely shed for me: 2 A heart resigned, submissive, meek, my great Redeemer's throne; where only Christ is heard to speak, where Jesus reigns alone...
Strana 122 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Strana 339 - When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
Strana 197 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Strana 188 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Strana 145 - THOU art the Way : — to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth : — thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life :— the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way...
Strana 225 - And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean linen cloth, and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock; and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulchre, and departed.
Strana 144 - tis not in grief to harm me, While Thy love is left to me : Oh, 'twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 3 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear...
Strana 199 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Strana 123 - ... horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid ! 2. Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all ! 3.

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