Immortal Hymns and Their Story

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Burrows Brothers Company, 1897 - 295 páginas
The narrative of the conception and striking experiences of blessing attending the use of some of the world's greatest hymns.
 

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Página 180 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Página 102 - Give to the winds thy fears, Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears; God shall lift up thy head. Through waves, and clouds, and storms, He gently clears thy way ; Wait thou his time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Página 65 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
Página 77 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand : From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Página 213 - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.
Página 43 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Página 285 - NEARER, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Página 96 - 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 225 - Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bidd'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come!
Página 115 - A mighty fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper he amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe ; His craft and power are great ; And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal.

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