Al que en busca de la luz | Emma F. Bevan (Tr. al inglés) | Spanish | 5 |
All alone in the evening grey | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
All fair within those Children of the light | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
All hail! O glorious Son of God | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
All the world lay still and silent in the morning grey | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
All within are love and gladness | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
അറിയാത്ത സമാധാനം- കുറയാത്ത മോദം | Frances Bevan (Author) | Malayalam | 2 |
As the bridegroom to his chosen | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 7 |
Behold, My bride, how fair My mouth, Mine eyes | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Come, brothers, on and forward! | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 3 |
Come forth in the fields and the gardens | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Dark lay the plain, a tangled wilderness | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Dew abundant from the depths divine | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Everywhere, everywhere, A tale is told to me | Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 1 |
For God so loved the world that scorned Him | Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 2 |
From the brightness of the glory | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 3 |
From the glory and the gladness | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 2 |
God in heaven hath a treasure | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 6 |
God made birds that fly | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | | 2 |
God made the sun to give me light | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
God makes the sun to shine | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | | 2 |
He laid him down upon the breast of God | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Here on earth a temple stands | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 2 |
How pure the lily's petals | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | | 2 |
I bring unto Thy grace a seven-fold praise | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
I go from grief and sighing | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
I have seen the face of Jesus | Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 6 |
I know not the song of Thy praises | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
I rejoice that I cannot but love Him | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
I was journeying in the noontide | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 2 |
I woke, and the night was passing | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
If I had the eyes of Heaven | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
If the world were mine and all its store | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
In faith we sing this song of thankfulness | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
In the bosom of the Father | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
In the distant land of famine | Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 3 |
In the early, early morning, beyond the islands green | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
In Thy tabernacle, Lord, I offer | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Is God for me? I fear not, though all against me rise | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
It is a wondrous and a lofty road | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
It is summer all over the meadows | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
It thus befell me on a day | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
It was as if upon His breast | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Jerusalem! thou glorious City-height | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Jesus is our Savior, He is | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | | 2 |
Jesus, Lord, in Whom the Father | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Jesus sinners will receive; May they all the saying ponder | F. C. Bevan (Author) | English | 2 |
Jesus undfår syndare | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | Swedish | 3 |
Lamb, Thy white-robed people feeding | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Like a little wandering lamb | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Lo! a Hand amidst the darkness | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Lo, we can tread rejoicing | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 2 |
Long ago, in springs of old | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Long ago, within a castle | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Lord Jesus, all my sin and guilt | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Many sorrows hard and bitter | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Midst the darkness, storm, and sorrow | Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 4 |
'Midst the light, and peace, and glory | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 2 |
My fingers ten will help | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | | 2 |
My soul hath found the steadfast ground | Mrs. Bevan (Translator) | English | 2 |
Name of Jesus, highest name | Mrs. Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 5 |
No more veil! God bids me enter | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 3 |
Not built with hands is that fair radiant chamber | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Now borne upon the still, the boundless deep | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
O Christ, in Thee my soul hath found | B.E. (Author) | English | 3 |
O, Felsenkluft, in Dir allein | Frances Bevan (Author) | German | 1 |
O glad the wilderness for me | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
O God, through Christ the living way | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 2 |
O Holy and mighty and marvellous Word | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
O Jesus Lord, most fair, most passing sweet | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
O Lord, I have loved the fair beauty | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
O Lord Jesus, high in Heaven | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
O what can I do for my Lord? I am foolish, and small, and weak | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
O what will be the day when won at last | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
哦,在榮耀裏的基督 (Ó, zài róngyào lǐ de jīdū) | Frances Bevan (Author) | Chinese | 2 |
On the Lamb my soul is resting | Mrs. Bevan (Translator) | English | 3 |
One place have I in heaven above | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Rest from longing and desire | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Rich, our God, art Thou in mercy | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Rise, ye children of salvation | E. F. Bevan, 1827-1909 (Translator) | English | 13 |
Saints amid this world are living | Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 2 |
神在天上有一寶貝 (Shén zài tiānshàng yǒuyī bǎobèi) | Frances Bevan (Author) | Chinese | 2 |
Sing it over and over again | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Sinners Jesus will receive | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 116 |
Something every heart is loving | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 10 |
Spirit of grace, thou Light of life | Frances Bevan (Author) | | 2 |
Tale of tenderness unfathomed | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
The day is gone—my soul looks on | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
The mind saith to the soul | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
The mouth of the Lord hath spoken | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
The race of God’s anointed priests | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 2 |
The sky is dreary and rainy | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
There is a Day of rest before thee | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Thou Breath from still eternity | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Thou glorious Lord! mine eyes at last unsealed | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Thou hast shone within this soul of mine | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Thou Life of my life, blessed Jesus | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 3 |
Thou sweet, beloved will of God | Emma Frances Bevan (Author) | English | 7 |
Thus speaks the Bride whose feet have trod | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Twixt God and thee but love shall be | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Up the chalky path we wander | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
We are come unto Mount Zion | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Wearily my spirit sinketh | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
What dost thou bring me, O my Queen? | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
When flowers are red and gold and white | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
When mine eyes are dim with weeping | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Who are like the lilies white | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Why dost Thou pass unheeded | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Wilt Thou be the sinner’s servant | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Wilt thou, sinner, be converted? | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
Wondrous joy, Thy joy, Lord Jesus | Frances Bevan (Translator) | English | 1 |
يا جنود الحق ذودوا | Frances Bevan (Author) | Arabic | 1 |