Hymns for the Church of England [ed. by T. Darling].Thomas Darling (rector of St. Michael Royal, London) 1865 |
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abide adored ages past Alleluia Amen angels appear bear Behold bleſsing blessings blest blood born breath bright bring Christ clouds comes comfort croſs crown darkneſs death didst divine earth endleſs eternal everlasting everlastingly evermore eyes face faith Father fear flow follow gates give given glad glorious glory grace gracious grave hand hast hear heart heaven heavenly Holy Ghost Holy Spirit honour hope hosannas hour HYMN Jerusalem Jesus keep king Lamb land light live Lord meet morning Name never night o'er pain peace praise prayer presence pure raise redeemer reign rest rise risen saints Saviour shine sight sing sins song sorrow soul sound Spirit stand streams strength sure sweet tears tell thanks thee thine things thou thought Three throne thy name Trinity true voice wake wings
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Page cxxviii - Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page vi - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of GOD, new hopes of Heaven.
Page liii - More firmly to believe ; For still the more the servant hath, , The more shall he receive.
Page xxxv - A noble army: men and boys, The matron and the maid ; Around the Saviour's throne rejoice, In robes of light arrayed. They climbed the steep ascent of heaven Through peril, toil, and pain : O God, to us may grace be given To follow in their train.
Page xlv - From Greenland's icy mountains ; From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river ; From many a palmy plain ; They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page xlv - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story. And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature. The Lamb for sinners slain. Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page xi - Sun of my soul ! thou Saviour dear ! It is not night if thou be near : O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.