A Collection of Hymns: For the Use of the Protestant Church, of the United Brethren
R. and W. Dean; and sold by Henry Haslop, No. 8, Nevil's-Court, Fetter-lane, London; Binns, Bath; Lamb, Bristol; and at the Brethren's Chapels in Great Britain and Ireland, 1809 - Liturgics - 312 pages
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adore angels appear bear behold believe blessed blest bliss blood body cheer child Christ church comfort congregation cross dear death didst divine dost doth earth eternal ev'ry eyes face faith Father favor fear feel flesh Friend gain give glory God's grace gracious Grant grief hand happy hath Head hear heart heav'n heav'nly holy humbly impart Jesus Jesus Christ keep King Lamb lead light live look Lord Lord Jesus mercy mind never night once pain passion peace poor pow'r praise pray precious presence prove race receive Redeemer rejoice rest righteousness salvation Saviour sing sinners sins soul spirit stand strength tears thanks thee thine things thou art thou hast thoughts thro throne thy blood thy grace thy love thy name true trust truth unto whole wounds
Page 276 - 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 xxiii - He took the Cup; and, when He had given thanks, He gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all of this ; for this is My Blood of the New Testament, which is shed for you and for many for the remission of sins : Do this, as oft as ye shall drink it, in remembrance of Me.
Page 33 - 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.
Page 166 - See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove ; Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage — Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age?
Page 232 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page xxiv - The Lord bless thee, and keep thee : the Lord make his face shine upon thee, and be gracious unto thee : the Lord lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace.
Page 159 - T^O God, the only wise, -*- Our Saviour and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 2 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And every hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls Unblemished and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great.
Page 53 - MAY the grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless love, With the Holy Spirit's favor, Rest upon us from above ! Thus may we abide in union With each other and the Lord ; And possess in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford.
Page 50 - As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows he's neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone ; Let me thus with Thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide.