Hymns and AnthemsC. Fox, 1845 - 107 sidor |
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... tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn . And with childlike , credulous affection , We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection , Emblems of the bright and better land ! THERE'S life ...
... tears o'erflowing , Stand like Ruth amid the golden corn . And with childlike , credulous affection , We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection , Emblems of the bright and better land ! THERE'S life ...
Sida xxviii
... tears that grieve O'er a mourner's stricken hours . Blessed tears and dews that yet Lift us nearer unto heaven ! Let us still His praise repeat , Who in mercy all hath given . HOLY , holy , holy Lord God of Hosts ! XXI .
... tears that grieve O'er a mourner's stricken hours . Blessed tears and dews that yet Lift us nearer unto heaven ! Let us still His praise repeat , Who in mercy all hath given . HOLY , holy , holy Lord God of Hosts ! XXI .
Sida xxxvi
... tear of misery ,. And hear'st the mourner's call ; Up to thy dwelling - place Bear our frail spirits on , Till they outstrip time's tardy pace , And heaven on earth be won . XXXV . FULL of mercy , full of love , Look upon us from above ...
... tear of misery ,. And hear'st the mourner's call ; Up to thy dwelling - place Bear our frail spirits on , Till they outstrip time's tardy pace , And heaven on earth be won . XXXV . FULL of mercy , full of love , Look upon us from above ...
Sida xlviii
... tears , When the meek their Saviour greet , Bending at the mercy - seat . Joy even here ! a budding flower , Struggling with the storm and shower , Till its season to expand , Nurtured in its native land . How beauteous were the marks ...
... tears , When the meek their Saviour greet , Bending at the mercy - seat . Joy even here ! a budding flower , Struggling with the storm and shower , Till its season to expand , Nurtured in its native land . How beauteous were the marks ...
Sida lvii
... tears were our birthright , and death were our end ; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow , And bade us , immortal , to Heaven ascend . Lift , then , your voices in triumph on high , For Jesus hath risen , and man shall not ...
... tears were our birthright , and death were our end ; But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sorrow , And bade us , immortal , to Heaven ascend . Lift , then , your voices in triumph on high , For Jesus hath risen , and man shall not ...
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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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Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida cxxxvi - But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
Sida 5 - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Sida 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