מה אומרים אנשים - כתיבת ביקורת
לא מצאנו ביקורות במקומות הרגילים
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
HYMNS FOR THE CHURCH OF CHRIST
<span dir=ltr>Frederic Henry 1805-1890 Hedge, Ed</span>
אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2016
adore angels appear beam bear beneath bless blest break breast breath bright bring cease Christ cloud cross crown darkness dear death divine dwell earth eternal eyes face faith fall Father fear feel feet flow give given glorious glory God's grace hand hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly Help holy hope hour immortal Jesus keep land lead life's light live look Lord meet mind morning mortal move never night o'er pain path peace perfect praise pray prayer pure raise rest rise sacred Saviour seek shade shine sing sins skies song sorrow soul spirit spread stand stars strength sweet Teach tears thee thine things thou art thought throne thy love true trust truth turn voice wait wandering weak weary wings
עמוד 375 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
עמוד 140 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
עמוד 280 - One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death : One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
עמוד 518 - And press with vigour on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...
עמוד 583 - Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all...
עמוד 464 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why; He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him: thou art just.
עמוד 577 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
עמוד 296 - ABIDE with me ! fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ! When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me...
עמוד 419 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 2 Though like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.