Sailors' Hymn-bookFrancis Westley, 1823 - 204 pages |
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... Christ is the glorious gift of God Christ's name , as precious - Ointment shed Clouds big with wrath hang o'er my head Come all harmonious tongues Come Lord , from above , the mountains renove Come then , and claim me for thine own Come ...
... Christ is the glorious gift of God Christ's name , as precious - Ointment shed Clouds big with wrath hang o'er my head Come all harmonious tongues Come Lord , from above , the mountains renove Come then , and claim me for thine own Come ...
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... Christ by his own powerful bloud . Lo , the eternal word Lo , to the hills [ lift mine eyes Lo ! Christ ascends the sacred height Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits , Lord of ev'ry land and nation Lord I am vile , conceived in sin Lord ...
... Christ by his own powerful bloud . Lo , the eternal word Lo , to the hills [ lift mine eyes Lo ! Christ ascends the sacred height Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits , Lord of ev'ry land and nation Lord I am vile , conceived in sin Lord ...
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... Christ were laid O ! unexhausted grace Plenteous grace with thee is found Poor , weak , and worthless tho ' I am Pris'ners of hope , why will ye die . Princes to his imperial throne Prophet , to me reveal Raise , raise , my soul , thy ...
... Christ were laid O ! unexhausted grace Plenteous grace with thee is found Poor , weak , and worthless tho ' I am Pris'ners of hope , why will ye die . Princes to his imperial throne Prophet , to me reveal Raise , raise , my soul , thy ...
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... Christ that died Stand up , my soul , shake off thy fears Surprising grace , and such were we Survey the beauties of his face Survey the wond'rous cure Sweet the moments rich in blessing Tempests arise , when God appoints Ten thousand ...
... Christ that died Stand up , my soul , shake off thy fears Surprising grace , and such were we Survey the beauties of his face Survey the wond'rous cure Sweet the moments rich in blessing Tempests arise , when God appoints Ten thousand ...
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... Christ , the bread of life , I fiy To the dear Fountain of thy bloud To Heaven I'm bound with prosp'rous gales To Father , Son , and Holy Ghost To the haven of thy breast ' Twas in an hour when wrath prevail d ' Twas well , my soul , he ...
... Christ , the bread of life , I fiy To the dear Fountain of thy bloud To Heaven I'm bound with prosp'rous gales To Father , Son , and Holy Ghost To the haven of thy breast ' Twas in an hour when wrath prevail d ' Twas well , my soul , he ...
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The Sailors Hymn Book: Being a Selection of the Beauties of Sacred Verse, by ... George Charles Smith No preview available - 2015 |
Sailors Hymn-Book: Being A Selection of the Beauties of Sacred Verse, by the ... George Charles Smith No preview available - 2009 |
Sailors Hymn-Book: Being A Selection of the Beauties of Sacred Verse, by the ... George Charles Smith No preview available - 2009 |
Common terms and phrases
adore Almighty Angels atoning Balm BEDDOME Behold beneath bids billows bleeding bless blest bope brazen Serpent Christ cross crown darkness dear deep divine dying earth EDMESTON eternal ev'ry evermore eyes faith Father fear flood flow foes Gethsemane glorious glory grief guilt hail hand hath healing heart heaven heavenly Holy Ghost hope Hosanna Jehovah Jesu's Jesus King Lamb Lamb of God live Lord mighty mountains o'er pain pardon peace praise prayer Psalm rage reigns rejoice righteousness rise rock ROCK of ages sacred Sailors saints Salvation Satan Saviour shine shout sing sink sinners sins skies slain song sorrows soul spirit star of Bethlehem storm sweet tempest thee thine Thou art thou hast thro throne thy blood thy command thy love thy name thy word tongue Twas unto victory WATTS waves WESLEY winds wond'rous wounds ye saints
Popular passages
Page 139 - Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; Wash me, and mine thou art : Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart.
Page 31 - We are his works, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
Page 163 - T is He adorned my naked soul, And made salvation mine ; Upon a poor, polluted worm He makes His graces shine. 3. And, lest the shadow of a spot Should on my soul be found, He took the robe the Saviour wrought, And cast it all around.
Page 91 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 81 - Sinners in derision crowned Him. Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; Saints and angels crowd around Him, Own His title, praise His name. Crown Him, crown Him : Spread abroad the Victor's fame.
Page 95 - Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
Page 59 - SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, Which before the cross I spend ; Life, and health, and peace possessing, From the sinner's dying Friend, Here I'll sit for ever viewing, Mercy's streams in streams of blood, Precious drops my soul bedewing, Plead and claim my peace with God.
Page 143 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend ; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end...
Page 24 - MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2 God will not always chide ; And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes.
Page 100 - 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.