Songs of Christian Praise with Music: a Manual of Worship for Public, Social and Private DevotionCharles Herbert Richards Taintor Bros., 1880 - 394 páginas |
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... THINE earthly Sabbaths , Lord , we love , But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our longing souls aspire , With cheerful hope and strong desire . 2 No more fatigue , no more distress , Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; No ...
... THINE earthly Sabbaths , Lord , we love , But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our longing souls aspire , With cheerful hope and strong desire . 2 No more fatigue , no more distress , Nor sin nor death shall reach the place ; No ...
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... thine ; Help me to spend it in thy fear , Then shall the day be mine . 20 7. Mason . 1683 . I AND now another week begins , This day we call the Lord's ; This day he rose , who bore our sins , For so his word records . 2 Hark , how the ...
... thine ; Help me to spend it in thy fear , Then shall the day be mine . 20 7. Mason . 1683 . I AND now another week begins , This day we call the Lord's ; This day he rose , who bore our sins , For so his word records . 2 Hark , how the ...
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... thine angels ' music still May bear our lower part . 5 Shine thou within us , then , A day that knows no end , Till songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend . John Ellerton . 1071 HINCHMAN . 7s & 8s . 6 lines . U. THE ...
... thine angels ' music still May bear our lower part . 5 Shine thou within us , then , A day that knows no end , Till songs of angels and of men In perfect praise shall blend . John Ellerton . 1071 HINCHMAN . 7s & 8s . 6 lines . U. THE ...
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... thine altar doth not know . 4 Let me with my heart to - day , Holy , Holy , Holy , singing , Rapt awhile from earth away , All my soul to thee up - springing , Ilave a foretaste inly given , How they worship thee in heaven . 5 Rest in ...
... thine altar doth not know . 4 Let me with my heart to - day , Holy , Holy , Holy , singing , Rapt awhile from earth away , All my soul to thee up - springing , Ilave a foretaste inly given , How they worship thee in heaven . 5 Rest in ...
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... thine , till time shall William Mason . ( 1725-1797 . ) I fear no foe , with thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight , and tears no bitter- ness : Where is death's sting ? where , grave , thy victory ? I triumph still , if thou ...
... thine , till time shall William Mason . ( 1725-1797 . ) I fear no foe , with thee at hand to bless ; Ills have no weight , and tears no bitter- ness : Where is death's sting ? where , grave , thy victory ? I triumph still , if thou ...
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Songs of Christian Praise: With Music: A Manuel of Worship for Public ... Charles Herbert Richards Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Términos y frases comunes
adore angels Barnby Behold bless blest blood bright Catherine Winkworth Charles Wesley Christ crown darkness dear death didst divine doth dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy forever give glad glorious glory hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Francis Lyte hope Horatius Bonar HYMN iniquity Isaac Watts Jesus John John Mason Neale Joseph Barnby Joseph Haydn joyful King Lamb Lamb of God Let thy light live Lowell Mason mighty morning night o'er peace Philip Doddridge praise thee pray prayer Ray Palmer redeemed reign rejoice rest righteousness Sabbath saints saith salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins song sorrow soul Spirit strength sweet tears thine things Thomas Hastings thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thro throne thy grace thy love thy mercy thy name thy word trust truth unto the Lord unto thee voice weary Zion
Pasajes populares
Página 264 - One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Página 25 - 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. 3 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 99 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
Página 59 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Página 300 - Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death ! and hell's Destruction! Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises I will ever...
Página 288 - 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 76 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys : Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys.
Página 55 - When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 121 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Página 293 - 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.