The Baptists' hymn book [compiled] by J. Stenson

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Strana 431 - GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Strana 165 - WHEN I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of glory died, My richest gain I count but loss. And pour contempt on all my pride. 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 9 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Strana 809 - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Strana 837 - Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2. The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Strana 129 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, — 'While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Strana 361 - COME, my soul, thy suit prepare ; Jesus loves to answer prayer ; He Himself has bid thee pray, Therefore will not say thee, Nay. 2 Thou art coming to a King : Large petitions with thee bring; For His grace and power are such. None can ever ask too much.
Strana 17 - His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove.
Strana 175 - THIS is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours His own ; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day He rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints His triumphs spread, And all His wonders tell.
Strana 45 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...

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