Portsmouth Sunday School Hymn Book: Compiled for the Use of the South Parish Sunday School
J.W. Foster, 1840 - Всего страниц: 165
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Portsmouth Sunday School Hymn Book: Compiled for the Use of the South Parish ...
Andrew Preston Peabody
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angels appear bear Behold bids bless blest breast breath bright bring child Christ close cloud crown dark dead death divine dwell early earth eternal eyes faith Father fear flow flower forgive give given glorious glory gone grace grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour humble Hymn Jesus keep kind Lamb land lead light live Lord meet mind morning mortal never night o'er pain past path peace praise pray prayer raise reign remember rest rise Sabbath Saviour seek shine sing sins skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit spread spring stand stars sweet teach tears thee thine things thou thou art thought thousand throne tongue truth unto voice watch Watts wisdom young youthful
Стр. 180 - The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding ; Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding ; No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Стр. 165 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore.
Стр. 69 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Стр. 181 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Стр. 120 - 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. 117 - It is finished" — hear him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4. Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid His breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom, — Who hath taken Him away ? Christ is risen ; He meets our eyes ; Saviour, teach us so to rise.
Стр. 167 - JERUSALEM, my happy home ! •'* Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labours have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold...
Стр. 183 - GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land : I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
Стр. 105 - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.