Hymns and AnthemsC. Fox, 1845 - 107 страници |
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... day , That rises from the azure sea Like breathings of eternity ; God of life ! that fade shall never , Blessed be thy name for ever ! THE spacious firmament on high , With all the blue Let us, therefore, warble forth ...
... day , That rises from the azure sea Like breathings of eternity ; God of life ! that fade shall never , Blessed be thy name for ever ! THE spacious firmament on high , With all the blue Let us, therefore, warble forth ...
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... our drooping souls upraise , And harm shall reach us never . On him we rest with faith assured , Of all that live the mighty Lord , For ever and for ever ! IN sleep's serene oblivion laid , I safely pass'd the XVIII .
... our drooping souls upraise , And harm shall reach us never . On him we rest with faith assured , Of all that live the mighty Lord , For ever and for ever ! IN sleep's serene oblivion laid , I safely pass'd the XVIII .
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... never - failing skill He treasures up his bright designs , And works his sovereign will . Ye fearful saints , fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy , and shall break In blessings on your head . Judge not ...
... never - failing skill He treasures up his bright designs , And works his sovereign will . Ye fearful saints , fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy , and shall break In blessings on your head . Judge not ...
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... never sleeps , Thy goodness never dies . From morn till noon , till latest eve , The hand of God we see ; And all the blessings we receive Ceaseless proceed from thee . In all the varying scenes of time , On thee our hopes depend ; In ...
... never sleeps , Thy goodness never dies . From morn till noon , till latest eve , The hand of God we see ; And all the blessings we receive Ceaseless proceed from thee . In all the varying scenes of time , On thee our hopes depend ; In ...
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... never raised in vain . Whose breast expands with generous warmth A stranger's woes to feel ; And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal . He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief ; His secret bounty ...
... never raised in vain . Whose breast expands with generous warmth A stranger's woes to feel ; And bleeds in pity o'er the wound He wants the power to heal . He spreads his kind supporting arms To every child of grief ; His secret bounty ...
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adored Arouse thee beam become eternity Blessed be thy blest breast breath bright chain of love Christ dark dead death deed divine doth dreams dust dwell earth evermore faith Father Father divine feel flowers flows darkling footfall footsteps gentle gloom glorious glory glows golden Golden ear grace grave grief Hallelujah hallowed happy hast hath heart Thy soul heaven heavenly holy hope hour human heart Hymns and Anthems immortal lisp Lord lyre mercies are sure mercies aye endure Miserere morning mourn Nature's Nearer to thee night o'er peace rest round sacred sage shade shew shine sing skies sleep song of praise sorrow soul shall save spirit stars sublime sweet Teach tears temples There's thine own heart thou art thought throne Thy mercy endureth thy name tide Truth to thine unto voice wave weary weep winds wisdom worship
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Страница lx - 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.
Страница lxxv - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Страница 7 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Страница lxxii - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Страница xliii - God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.
Страница lxxxix - 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.
Страница cxlv - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Страница cxxxvi - But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
Страница 5 - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Страница liv - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T