The Church Hymnal: As Adopted by the General Convention of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America in the Year of Our Lord, 1892 : Together with the Morning and Evening Canticles and Occasional Anthems Pointed for Chanting Under the Authority of the General Convention
Parish Choir, 1893 - 212 páginas
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Página 23 - How silently, how silently, The wondrous gift is given! So God imparts to human hearts The blessings of His heaven. No ear may hear His coming, But in this world of sin, Where meek souls will receive Him still, The dear Christ enters in.
Página 132 - We are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod: They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest, You on Jesus' throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward.
Página 80 - 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.
Página 20 - TTARK ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, -*--'- The Saviour promised long : Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.
Página 146 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported, by thy word.
Página 9 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Página 138 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Página 25 - As they offered gifts most rare At that manger rude and bare; So may we with holy joy, Pure and free from sin's alloy, All our costliest treasures bring, Christ ! to thee our heavenly king.
Página 82 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name. 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains ; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.