Plymouth Collection of Hymns: For the Use of Christian Congregations
A.S. Barnes & Company, 1856 - Всего страниц: 916
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Sweet is the day of sacred rest , No mortal care shall seize my breast ; O may my heart in tune be found , Like David's harp of solemn sound ! 3. My heart shall triumph in my Lord , And bless His works , and bless His word ; Thy works ...
LORD of the Sabbath and its light , I hail Thy hallowed day of rest ; It is my weary soul's delight , The solace of my care - worn breast . COWPER . 2. Its dewy morn , its glowing noon , Its tranquil eve , its solemn night ...
Blest hour when earthly cares resign Their empire o'er his anxious breast , While all around the calm divine Proclaims the holy day of rest . 3. Blest hour when God Himself draws nigh , Well pleased His people's voice to hear , To hush ...
His sanctuary is the heartThere , with the contrite , will He rest ; Lord , come , a Sabbath frame impart , And make Thy temple in my breast . SONGS IN THE NIGHT . 17 . L. M. 1. FORTH from the dark and stormy sky , Lord , to Thine ...
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Стр. 409 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see ; 0 Thou who changest not, abide with me ! 3.
Стр. 503 - Other refuge have I none ; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee ; Leave, ah, leave me not alone ; Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed ; All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head "With the shadow of Thy wing.
Стр. 538 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now, Lead Thou me on.
Стр. 607 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Стр. 344 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus :" — " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Стр. 203 - O the wormwood and the gall ! O the pangs His soul sustained ! Shun not suffering, shame, or loss ; Learn of Him to bear the cross. 3. Calvary's mournful mountain climb ; There, adoring at his feet, Mark that miracle of time, God's own sacrifice complete : " It is finished" — hear him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die.
Стр. 305 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Стр. 31 - Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels...
Стр. 72 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow, with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy. 2. His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. 3.
Стр. 569 - With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? Salvation, O salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.