A Selection of Shape-note Folk Hymns: From Southern United States Tune Books, 1816-61

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David W. Music
A-R Editions, Inc., 1 янв. 2005 г. - Всего страниц: 91
xiv + 172 pp., includes facsimile pages
 

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Стр. 32 - See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove ; Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage — Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age?
Стр. 54 - I'm constrained to be! Let that grace now, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee: Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it for Thy courts above.
Стр. 87 - I know thee, Saviour, who thou art, Jesus, the feeble sinner's friend; Nor wilt thou with the night depart, But stay, and love me to the end; Thy mercies never shall remove, Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Стр. 47 - AMAZING grace ! how sweet the sound ! That saved a wretch like me ! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now
Стр. 87 - tis Love! Thou diedst for me! I hear Thy whisper in my heart! The morning breaks, the shadows flee; Pure universal Love Thou art ! To me, to all, Thy bowels move; Thy nature, and Thy name, is Love!
Стр. 87 - Yield to me now, for I am weak, But confident in self-despair ; Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, Be conquered by my instant prayer ; Speak, or Thou never hence shalt move, And tell me if Thy Name be love.
Стр. 70 - Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around: A solemn darkness veils the skies, A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 2 Come, saints ! and drop a tear or two For Him who groan'd beneath your load ; He shed a thousand drops for you, , A thousand drops of richer blood.
Стр. 73 - When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
Стр. 87 - Contented now upon my thigh I halt, till life's short journey end; All helplessness, all weakness, I On thee alone for strength depend, Nor have I power from thee to move; Thy nature and thy name is Love.
Стр. 87 - Saviour, who Thou art, JESUS the feeble Sinner's Friend; Nor wilt Thou with the Night depart, But stay, and love me to the End; Thy Mercies never shall remove, Thy Nature, and thy Name is LOVE.

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