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appear bear Behold believe bleeding Body bought bring Child Chriſt Croſs dear Death deep divine doth draw dy'd Earth eternal ev'ry Eyes Face Faith fall Father Fear feel Feet Fire Flame Friend German give glorious Glory God's Grace gracious Hands happy haſt hath Head hear Heart Heav'n Hell holy Jeſu's Blood Jeſus keep King Lamb Light live loft Look Lord melt Mind moſt move muſt Name ne'er never o'er once Pain Peace Place poor Pow'r Praiſe precious Blood prove Race remain Right Saviour ſay ſee ſhall Shame ſhould Side Sinners Sins Smart Soul Spirit ſtand ſtill Strength ſuch ſweet tell tender thank Thee theſe Thine Thing thoſe Thou Thou art Thought thro Throne Thy Blood Thy Love Thy Wounds Tree true Voice whole World Wounds
第 22 頁 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus ;" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
第 22 頁 - Lamb that died, they cry, To be exalted thus : Worthy the Lamb, our hearts reply, For he was slain for us. 3 JESUS is worthy to receive Honour and power divine ; And blessings more than we can give, Be, LORD, for ever thine. 4 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name Of Him that sits upon the throne, And to adore the Lamb.
第 86 頁 - I THIRST, thou wounded Lamb of God, To wash me in thy cleansing blood ; To dwell within thy wounds ; then pain Is sweet, and life or death is gain. 2 Take my poor heart, and let it be...
第 100 頁 - Lamb ; Worthy truth, great mystery ! By his blood salvation came : By his stripes my wounds are heal'd, By his death God's love reveal'd; We, once strangers far from God, Are brought nigh by Jesus
第 51 頁 - O fix my wavering mind ! To thy cross my spirit bind : Earthly passions far remove ; Swallow up my soul in love. 4 Dust and ashes though we be, Full of sin and misery, Thine we are, thou Son of God ; Take the purchase of thy blood ! 5 Who in heart on thee believes ; He th' atonement now receives : He with joy beholds thy face, Triumphs in thy pard'ning grace.
第 87 頁 - First-born of many brethren thou ! To thee, lo ! all our souls we bow : To thee our hearts and hands we give : Thine may we die, thine may we live ! 2-6s&4-7s.
第 46 頁 - A barren uncouth prospect yield. Clear'd of the thorns by civil care, A few less hideous wastes are seen ; Yet still they all continue bare, And not one spot of earth is green.
第 13 頁 - He never thought nor a&ed ill ; Why was He wounded fo ? 5. Alas ! I know the Reafon why : Our num'rous Sins He bore, This caus'd his bitter Agony, This wounded him fo fore. 6. But hence our Confidence begins; For we may boldly fay, That thus, by bearing all oar Sins, He took them all away.