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Sacred Poetry: Selected from the Works of the REV. Charles Wesley
Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2015
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Pagina 282 - Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror.
Pagina 435 - By thine Agony and Bloody Sweat ; by thy Cross and Passion; by thy precious Death and Burial ; by thy glorious Resurrection and Ascension ; and by the Coming of the Holy Ghost, Good Lord, deliver us.
Pagina 230 - A heart resigned, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne, "Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone...
Pagina 211 - BLOW ye the trumpet, blow: — The gladly solemn sound : Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound ; The year of Jubilee is come ! Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Pagina 70 - DEPTH of mercy ! can there be Mercy still reserved for me ? Can my God his wrath forbear, — Me, the chief of sinners, spare? 2 I have long withstood his grace ; Long provoked him to his face ; Would not hearken to his calls; Grieved him by a thousand falls.
Pagina 689 - Saviour. 1 O THOU, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee ; O burst these bonds, and set it free. 2 Wash out its stains, refine its dross, Nail my affections to the cross ; Hallow each thought; let all within Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean.
Pagina 122 - Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Pagina 285 - From strength to strength go on, Wrestle, and fight, and pray: Tread all the powers of darkness down, And win the well-fought day.