The English hymn book [compiled by R. W. Dale]. |
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عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
abode adore Alleluia Almighty angelic songs angels art Thou AUBER behold bless blest bliss blood BONAR breath bright Christ clouds crown dark death didst divine doth Double dwell earth earthly endless eternal everlasting evermore eyes faith Father fear foes glad Glad songs glorious gracious grief H. F. LYTE Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honour hope Hymns Jerusalem Jesus John xiv JOSIAH CONDER joyful King L.M. Psalm Lamb Lamb of God light live Lord mercy mighty mighty wind mortal night o'er peace prayer rapture Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins Six lines skies song Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit strength sweet Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy face Thy glory Thy grace Thy love Thy majesty Thy name Thy praise Thy throne Thy word truth unto voice WATTS weary WESLEY wonders
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 558 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring ! Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O grave, where is thy victory ? O death, where is thy sting ? MAN SHOULD STUDY HIMSELF, AND NOT PRY INTO GOD.
الصفحة 72 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
الصفحة 240 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove ! With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look ! how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
الصفحة 200 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 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.
الصفحة 339 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
الصفحة 200 - THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoiced to see That fountain in his day ; And there may I, though vile as he, Wash all my sins away.
الصفحة 552 - HOW blest the righteous when he dies ! When sinks a weary soul to rest, How mildly beam the closing eyes, How gently heaves the expiring breast! 2 So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er : So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
الصفحة 642 - Gethsemane can I forget? Or there thy conflict see, Thine agony and bloody sweat, And not remember thee ? 4 When to the cross I turn mine eyes, And rest on Calvary, O Lamb of God, my sacrifice! I must remember thee: — 5 Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember thee.
الصفحة 72 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ : Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
الصفحة 695 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.