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The Christian Lyre: A Collection of Hymns and Tunes Adapted for ..., Объемы 1-2
Полный просмотр - 1833
adore angels behold bless blest bliss blood bright Bursts of joy Canaan Christ is best crown dark dear death divine dwell dying earth endless eternal eternal grace everlasting song eyes faith Father fear feet fill'd finish'd foes give glorious glory guilty Hail Hallelujah happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy hope HYMN Jesus joyful King Lamb Let thy light live Lord love divine Lyre meet mercy Mercy Seat mountains mourn ne'er night o'er pain pardon peace praise pray ransom'd rapturous songs Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise sacred head salvation Savior shine shore sing sinners sins skies sleep song soon sorrow soul sound Spirit Star of Bethlehem sweet thee thine thou art thro thy grace thy love thy name thy throne tion tongue trumpet tune Twas twill voice weary word ye saints
Стр. 139 - I WOULD not live alway ; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings, that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
Стр. 43 - Great God ! what do I see and hear ! The end of things created...
Стр. 49 - BLEST are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one ; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run. 2 Blest is the pious house Where zeal and friendship meet ; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet.
Стр. 175 - Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.
Стр. 33 - CHILDREN of the Heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in His works and ways. 2 We are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod: They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest, You on Jesus' throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward.
Стр. 139 - Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet ; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Стр. 25 - 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.
Стр. 137 - It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through : Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too : Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.