The sacred harp, a book of devotional poetryGeorge Routledge and Sons., 1874 - 162 страници |
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... Hour of Prayer · 95 99 The First Grief The Better Land A Domestic Scene HORNE . PAGE 22 32 · 97 98 128 DALE . The Joy of Angels 83 Christ in the Garden Gethsemane DAVIDSON . Lines to a Star DE FLEURY . Kedron Doddridge . The Sabbath ...
... Hour of Prayer · 95 99 The First Grief The Better Land A Domestic Scene HORNE . PAGE 22 32 · 97 98 128 DALE . The Joy of Angels 83 Christ in the Garden Gethsemane DAVIDSON . Lines to a Star DE FLEURY . Kedron Doddridge . The Sabbath ...
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... Hour of Prayer The First Grief The Better Land PAGE · 22 32 . 97 " Thy Kingdom Come " 140 A Domestic Scene · 98 128 The Last Supper 154 HORNE . DALE . The Emblems of Death 124 The Joy of Angels 83 Christ in the Garden of KEBLE ...
... Hour of Prayer The First Grief The Better Land PAGE · 22 32 . 97 " Thy Kingdom Come " 140 A Domestic Scene · 98 128 The Last Supper 154 HORNE . DALE . The Emblems of Death 124 The Joy of Angels 83 Christ in the Garden of KEBLE ...
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... hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste , But sweet will be the flower . Blind unbelief is sure to err , And scan His work in vain ; God is His own interpreter , And He will make it plain , THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL POPE . VITAL ...
... hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste , But sweet will be the flower . Blind unbelief is sure to err , And scan His work in vain ; God is His own interpreter , And He will make it plain , THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS SOUL POPE . VITAL ...
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... hours of day the world in darkness lay ; Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the cloudless sun . While Thou didst sleep beneath the tomb , Consenting to Thy doom : Ere yet the white - robed angel shone Upon the sealed stone . And when ...
... hours of day the world in darkness lay ; Then bask'd in bright repose beneath the cloudless sun . While Thou didst sleep beneath the tomb , Consenting to Thy doom : Ere yet the white - robed angel shone Upon the sealed stone . And when ...
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... hour , O long retard ! Be theirs each joy that gilds the past , And heaven our mutual home at last . THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM . KIRKE WHITE . WHEN marshall'd on the nightly plain , The glitt'ring host bestud the sky ; One star alone of all ...
... hour , O long retard ! Be theirs each joy that gilds the past , And heaven our mutual home at last . THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM . KIRKE WHITE . WHEN marshall'd on the nightly plain , The glitt'ring host bestud the sky ; One star alone of all ...
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angels ANON awful beam beauty behold beneath bless blest blood breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY cheer Christ clouds dark death deep divine dread dwell dying earth EDMESTON Emmanuel deigns eternal fair faith Father fear final doom flowers gloom glorious glory grace grave grief Hallelujah harp hast hath hear heart heath bells heaven heavenly heavens shall burn HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy hope hosannas hour HYMN immortal Jehovah Jesus King land life's light Lord lyre mercy morning mortal mountain mourn night o'er pain peace POLLOK praise prayer reign repose rest rise round Sabbath sacred saints Saviour seraphs shed shine sigh sing sinners skies sleep smile solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit star Star of Bethlehem Stars like dust storm stream sweet tears tempest Thee Thine Thou art throne Thy name tomb trembling Twas voice weary weep wings
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Страница 100 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Страница 64 - 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.
Страница 14 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Страница 58 - With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal Bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Страница 24 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Страница 32 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Страница 31 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Страница 58 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Страница 134 - Paraclete ! Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire ; Come, and thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
Страница 64 - Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King.