The Sacred Lute: A Collection of Sacred Music, Designed for the Use of Congregations Generally, Consisting of New Tunes, Anthems and Chants for Public and Private Worship, to which is Added an Elementary Department Including a Variety of Light Glees, Choruses, &c., &c., for the Social Circle, Concerts, and Musical Conventions

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F.J. Huntington, 1864 - 400 sider

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Side 222 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my Guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, "Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Side 344 - The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
Side 101 - See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love, so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Side 104 - UST as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bid'st me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come, I come.
Side 321 - Then shall ye call upon Me, and ye shall go and pray unto Me, and I will hearken unto you. And ye shall seek Me, and find Me, when ye shall search for Me with all your heart.
Side 344 - Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever thou hadst formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God. 3 Thou turnest man to destruction; and sayest, Return, ye children of men. 4 For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night.
Side 180 - I'll praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and .thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Side 44 - GOD bless our native land ; Firm may she ever stand, Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might ! 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ; On him we wait.
Side 106 - OUR Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high ; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay ; " Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way...
Side 96 - So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.

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