Songs of Christian Praise with Music: a Manual of Worship for Public, Social and Private DevotionCharles Herbert Richards Taintor Bros., 1880 - Всего страниц: 394 |
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... thy holy law . 2 We join to sing thy praises , Lord of the Sabbath day ; Each voice in gladness raises Its loudest , sweetest lay ! Thy richest mercies sharing , Inspire us with thy love , By grace our souls preparing For nobler praise ...
... thy holy law . 2 We join to sing thy praises , Lord of the Sabbath day ; Each voice in gladness raises Its loudest , sweetest lay ! Thy richest mercies sharing , Inspire us with thy love , By grace our souls preparing For nobler praise ...
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... thy temple shine ; My God , repeat that heavenly hour , That vision so divine . 4 Not life itself , with all its joys , Can my best passions move , Or raise so high my cheerful voice , As thy forgiving love . 5 Thus , till my last ...
... thy temple shine ; My God , repeat that heavenly hour , That vision so divine . 4 Not life itself , with all its joys , Can my best passions move , Or raise so high my cheerful voice , As thy forgiving love . 5 Thus , till my last ...
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... thy presence , Lord . 5 Thou art the sea of love , Where all my pleasures roll ; The circle where my passions move , And centre of my soul . 22 I LORD ! in this sacred hour Within thy courts we bend , And bless thy love , and own thy ...
... thy presence , Lord . 5 Thou art the sea of love , Where all my pleasures roll ; The circle where my passions move , And centre of my soul . 22 I LORD ! in this sacred hour Within thy courts we bend , And bless thy love , and own thy ...
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... thy living waters lead me ; Thou from earth my soul release , And with grace and mercy feed me ; Bless thy Word that it may prove Rich in fruits that thou dost love ... Love , who died'st to win mne : Fed from thine exhaustless urn , Pure and ...
... thy living waters lead me ; Thou from earth my soul release , And with grace and mercy feed me ; Bless thy Word that it may prove Rich in fruits that thou dost love ... Love , who died'st to win mne : Fed from thine exhaustless urn , Pure and ...
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Charles Herbert Richards. 1. Lord , dis - miss us with thy blessing ; re - fresh us , O , re- fresh us , us each , thy love pos- sess - ing , 1. Saviour , again to thy dear name we raise. Jean Jacques Rousseau . 1750 . Fine . GREENVILLE ...
Charles Herbert Richards. 1. Lord , dis - miss us with thy blessing ; re - fresh us , O , re- fresh us , us each , thy love pos- sess - ing , 1. Saviour , again to thy dear name we raise. Jean Jacques Rousseau . 1750 . Fine . GREENVILLE ...
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adore angels Barnby Behold bless blest blood bright Catherine Winkworth Charles Wesley Christ crown darkness dear death didst divine doth dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy forever give glad glorious glory hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Francis Lyte hope Horatius Bonar HYMN iniquity Isaac Watts Jesus John John Mason Neale Joseph Barnby Joseph Haydn joyful King Lamb Lamb of God Let thy light live Lowell Mason mighty morning night o'er peace Philip Doddridge praise thee pray prayer Ray Palmer redeemed reign rejoice rest righteousness Sabbath saints saith salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins song sorrow soul Spirit strength sweet tears thine things Thomas Hastings thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thro throne thy grace thy love thy mercy thy name thy word trust truth unto the Lord unto thee voice weary Zion
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Стр. 264 - One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Стр. 25 - Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Стр. 99 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood.
Стр. 59 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Стр. 300 - 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. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death ! and hell's Destruction! Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises I will ever...
Стр. 288 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Стр. 76 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys : Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys.
Стр. 55 - When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man. 4 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart That tastes those gifts with joy.
Стр. 121 - 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.
Стр. 293 - Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.