The Baptists' hymn book [compiled] by J. Stenson |
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Common terms and phrases
appear behold bless blest bliss blood bring cheerful chosen Christ church comfort cross crown dear death delight divine dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flows foes give glorious glory grace gracious guilt hand happy hath head healing hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope humble Jesus join keep King known Lamb light live look Lord meet mercy mighty mind never once pardon peace pow'r praise pray prayer precious promise prove race raise receive Redeemer reigns rejoice rest rich righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine sing sinners sins smile song Soon sorrows soul sound Spirit stand strength sweet tell thee thine things thou thought throne thy grace thy love trust truth voice wait WATTS wonders
Popular passages
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 129 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, — 'While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Page 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.
Page 17 - His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove.
Page 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.
Page 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...