A selection of hymns, designed principally for the use of prisoners, by the author of Facts, &c. respecting climbing boys [signed A.A.]. |
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... , and groans , and tears . Great God ! how terrible art thou To sinners e'er so young ! Grant me thy grace , and teach me how To tame and rule my tongue . 10. Against Swearing , and Cursing , and taking God's USE OF PRISONERS . 21.
... , and groans , and tears . Great God ! how terrible art thou To sinners e'er so young ! Grant me thy grace , and teach me how To tame and rule my tongue . 10. Against Swearing , and Cursing , and taking God's USE OF PRISONERS . 21.
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... tear to wipe , no joy to crave , No fears to quell , no soul to save . Till then - nor is my boasting vain- Till then I boast a Saviour slain . And O ! may this my portion be , That Christ is not asham'd of me ! 29. Praise for Creation ...
... tear to wipe , no joy to crave , No fears to quell , no soul to save . Till then - nor is my boasting vain- Till then I boast a Saviour slain . And O ! may this my portion be , That Christ is not asham'd of me ! 29. Praise for Creation ...
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... tears From sorrow's weeping eye ; See , low before thy throne of grace , Us , wretched wanderers , mourn ; Thyself hast bid us seek thy face , Thyself hast said , " Return . ” O ! shine on each benighted heart ! With beams of mercy ...
... tears From sorrow's weeping eye ; See , low before thy throne of grace , Us , wretched wanderers , mourn ; Thyself hast bid us seek thy face , Thyself hast said , " Return . ” O ! shine on each benighted heart ! With beams of mercy ...
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... tears that tell your sins forgiven ; The sighs that waft your souls to heaven ; The guiltless shame ; the sweet distress ; Th ' unutterable tenderness ; The genuine meek humility ; The wonder , " Why such love to me ? " ,, Th ' o ...
... tears that tell your sins forgiven ; The sighs that waft your souls to heaven ; The guiltless shame ; the sweet distress ; Th ' unutterable tenderness ; The genuine meek humility ; The wonder , " Why such love to me ? " ,, Th ' o ...
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... tears , Which from repentance flow ; That consciousness of guilt , which fears The long suspended blow ! Saviour , to me , in pity , give The sensible distress ; The pledge thou wilt at last receive , And bid me die in peace : Wilt from ...
... tears , Which from repentance flow ; That consciousness of guilt , which fears The long suspended blow ! Saviour , to me , in pity , give The sensible distress ; The pledge thou wilt at last receive , And bid me die in peace : Wilt from ...
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Almighty art thou Asham'd Behold betimes bid me sin bless'd blest breath Canaanite cast Christ darkness death divine dwell earth eternal ev'ry Fain faith fear feel Friend of sinners give glorious glory gracious Lord grief groan guilt hath heal hear heart of stone heav'nly heaven hell holy hope hosanna humble HYMNS Jesu's Jesus keep Lamb of God let thy live Love me freely mercy's o'er pain pardon poor pow'r praise pray prayer Psalm repent salvation satan Saviour seal my peace seek thy face shine sins Son of God soul sov'reign spotless Lamb stony heart sweet tears tender thee thine thou art thou hast thou know'st Thy blood thy breast thy feet thy grace thy law thy love thy mercy thy name thy power thy sight thy Spirit thy throne thy word thyself tongue trembling Twill wandering wretched Young sinners
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Page 62 - 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 stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring: Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing.
Page 108 - Then join the saints ; wake every cheerful passion ; When Christ returns, he comes for your salvation. FIRST PART. LM 0 1 A Penitent Pleading for Pardon. HOW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive; Let a repenting rebel live : Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in thee...
Page 102 - Before me place in dread array The pomp of that tremendous day, When thou with clouds shalt come, To judge the nations at thy bar: And tell me, Lord, shall I be there To meet a joyful doom ? " Be this my one great business here, With serious industry and fear, Eternal bliss t' insure: Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, And suffer all thy righteous will, And to the end endure.
Page 102 - Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, '^> Secure, insensible ; A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell.
Page 39 - O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; — when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name.
Page 96 - WITH joy we meditate the grace Of our High Priest above ; His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.
Page 83 - Divine instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near ; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there.
Page 40 - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away; No tear to wipe; no good to crave; No fears to quell; no soul to save. 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.
Page 19 - TIS a lovely thing for youth To walk betimes in wisdom's way ; To fear a lie, to speak the truth, That we may trust to all they say! But liars we can never trust, Though they should speak the thing that's true ; And he that does one fault at first, And lies to hide it, makes it two.
Page 109 - So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess Against thy law, against thy grace ; Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear. 5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, I must pronounce thee just, in death ; And if my soul were sent to hell, Thy righteous law approves it well.