Henry Mills

Short Name: Henry Mills
Full Name: Mills, Henry
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Texts by Henry Mills (36)sort iconAsInstances
A tower of safety is our God, His swordHenry Mills (Author)1
As the eagle fondly hoversHenry Mills (Author)3
Aspire, my heart, on high to liveHenry Mills (Author)3
Behold the man, how heavy layHenry Mills (Author)5
Christ our Lord is risen, Bursting death's dark prisonHenry Mills (Author)2
Commit thy way, confidingHenry Mills (Author)6
Dread Majesty aboveHenry Mills (Author)1
For help, O whither shall I fleeHenry Mills (Author)1
From deep distress to thee I prayHenry Mills (Author)3
Heavenward, still heavenwardHenry Mills, 1845 (Translator)3
How blest the child who choosesHenry Mills (Author)2
I am redeemed, the purchase of that bloodHenry Mills, 1845, abr. (Translator)1
I now have found, for hope of heavenHenry Mills (Author)4
I trust the Lord, upon his wordHenry Mills (Author)3
Jehovah is my light, his grace revealingHenry Mills (Author)2
Jesu, help conquer, thou PrinceHenry Mills (Author)1
Jesus sinners doth receive, O may all this saying ponderHenry Mills (Author)19
My heart her incense burningHenry Mills, 1856, abr. (Translator)1
My heart its incense burningHenry Mills (Author)7
Now all, to God give thanksHenry Mills (Author)1
O that I had a thousand voices, A mouth to speak with thousand tongues!Henry Mills (Author)19
Our God is true!Henry Mills (Author)4
Soon, in the grave my flesh shall restHenry Mills (Author)6
Steep and thorny is the way Which to endless life is leadingHenry Mills (Author)2
Teach me, O Lord, to prize thy wordHenry Mills (Author)3
The earth, where'er I turn mine eyeHenry Mills (Author)4
The fountain flows, water of life bestowingHenry Mills (Author)4
The trumpet sounds the day is comeHenry Mills (Author)3
This Man sinners doth receiveHenry Mills (Author)2
To us salvation now is comeHenry Mills (Author)6
Upon a hill there stands a treeHenry Mills (Author)1
We give this body to the dustHenry Mills (Author)3
Whate'er God does, is fitly doneHenry Mills (Author)1
When now the solemn hour is nighHenry Mills (Author)1
Who knows how near my life's expendedHenry Mills (Author)5
Who knows how soon my life is endedHenry Mills (Author)2