Children's Worship: A Book of Sacred Song for Home and School

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Henry Allon
Hodder and Stoughton, 1888 - 188 páginas
 

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OCLC: 9824219
Related Subjects: Sunday schools -- Hymns. | Hymns, English.
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Página 29 - To you in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Página 62 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 54 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Página 23 - THOU art the way, to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the truth, thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the life, the rending tomb Proclaims thy conqu'ring arm, And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life ; Grant us that way to know, That truth to keep, that life to win, Whose joys eternal...
Página 122 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Página 59 - Just as I am — poor, wretched, blind, — • Sight, riches, healing of the mind, Yea, all I need, in Thee to find, — O Lamb of God, I come...
Página 89 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Página 3 - Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air; it shines in the light; It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain; And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Página 123 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Página 61 - ROCK of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ; Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed. Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.

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