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Man's comradeship is very wide

Author: Florence Kiper Appears in 4 hymnals Used With Tune: BALERMA
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Oh, blest is he to whom is given

Author: F. W. Faber Appears in 5 hymnals Used With Tune: BALERMA
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Vén, pródigo perdido, vén

Author: T. M. Westrup Appears in 3 hymnals Used With Tune: BALERMA
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Come, trembling sinner, from thy seat

Author: Edmund Jones Appears in 9 hymnals Used With Tune: BALERMA
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See, World, Upon The Bloody Tree

Author: Paul Gerhardt ; Philipp H. Molther Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 6 hymnals Lyrics: 1 See, world, upon the bloody tree Thy life there sinks in death; Covered with stripes and wounds for thee, Thy Savior yields His breath. 2 Thou Prince of Glory knew’st no sin; What caused, Thee, then Thy pain? Thou harmless, undefiled and clean, What caused Thee to be slain? 3 My sins, as numerous as the sands, Upon the ocean shore, Have been the cruel murderous hands That wounded Thee so sore. 4 Thy anguish, Thy tormenting pain, And every dreadful woe, Thou didst so willingly sustain, My soul should undergo. 5 Thou on Thy shoulders tak’st the whole, To ease my burdened heart: Thou bear’st the curse, to bless my soul, And heal’st me with Thy smart. 6 Thy wondrous love to evidence, Thou wouldst my surety be; Thyself would’st pay my debt immense, Thereby to set me free. 7 Thou art destruction to the grave; Death’s enemy severe; That each who was before his slave, Might now be saved from fear. 8 My debt to Thee, Thou God of Love! Weak words cannot express; I cannot here, if there above, Show proper thankfulness. 9 Grant me but this while I am here, Since I can nothing give, Thy sufferings in my heart to bear, And in Thy death to live! Used With Tune: BALLERMA Text Sources: Praxis Pietatis Melica by Johann Crüger, 1648; Trans.: Moravian Hymn Book, 1742
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نفسي اسهري وواظبي

Author: حبيب جرجس Appears in 8 hymnals Lyrics: 1 نفسي اسهري وواظبي دوما على الصلاه فهي سلاح حربنا وقوة الحياه 2 تفتح أبوابَ السما ونرتقي بها لعرش نعمة القوي بسِرِّ فعلها 3 هي بَخورٌ صاعد في هيكل القدس بلِ الذبيحةُ التي ترفعها نفسي 4 تَحطِمُ قوةَ العدى وتُبطِل الخصام تغلب في جهادها وتُوجِدُ السلام 6 يا قلبُ للرب العلي داوم على الدعاء صباحكَ ابدأهُ بهِ واختم به المساء Used With Tune: BALERMA

我若稍微偏離正路 (If from the right course I depart)

Author: Watchman Nee Appears in 2 hymnals First Line: 我若稍微偏離正路 Used With Tune: [If from the right course I depart]
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The wretched prodigal behold

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 3 hymnals Lyrics: 1 The wretched prodigal behold in mis’ry lying low, whom vice had sunk from high estate, and plung'd in want and woe. 2 While I, despis'd and scorn'd, he cries, starve in a foreign land, the meanest in my father’s house is fed with bounteous hand: 3 I’ll go, and with a mourning voice, fall down before his face: Father! I’ve sinn'd ‘gainst Heav’n and thee, nor can deserve thy grace. 4 He said, and hasten'd to his home, to seek his father’s love; that father sees him from afar, and all his bowels move. 5 He ran, and fell upon his neck, embrac'd and kissed his son: the grieving prodigal bewail'd the follies he had done. 6 No more, my father, can I hope to find paternal grace; my utmost wish is to obtain a servant’s humble place. 7 Bring forth the fairest robe for him, the joyful father said; to him each mark of grace be shown, and ev’ry honour paid. 8 A day of feasting I ordain; let mirth and song abound: my son was dead, and lives again! was lost, and now is found! 9 Thus joy abounds in paradise among the hosts of heav’n, soon as the sinner quits his sins, repents, and is forgiv’n. Scripture: Luke 15:13-25 Used With Tune: BALLERMA

Mae addewiddon, melus wledd

Author: T. J. Appears in 2 hymnals Used With Tune: BALLERMA

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