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The Boston Sunday School Hymn Book: With Devotional Exercises
Lewis Glover Pray,Boston Sunday School Society (Mass )
Sin vista previa disponible - 2016
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Página 56 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time : All the li'ght of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Página 128 - 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 71 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
Página 49 - CHILDREN of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall see.
Página 112 - I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that- dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
Página 59 - 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 40 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Página 117 - Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end, In joy and peace and thee...