The Bristol Tune-book: A Manual of Tunes and ChantsAlfred Stone, Frederick Morgan, Henry Elliot Button Novello, Ewer and Company, 1891 - 181 sider |
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The Bristol Tune-Book: A Manual of Tunes and Chants (Classic Reprint) Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
The Bristol Tune-Book: A Manual of Tunes and Chants (Classic Reprint) UNKNOWN. AUTHOR Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2016 |
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Side 277 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!
Side 286 - COME, all ye faithful, Joyful and triumphant ; O come ye, O come ye, to Bethlehem ; Come and behold him Born, the King of angels : O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.
Side 205 - T^HROUGH the day thy love has spared us; Now we lay us down to rest, Through the silent watches guard us, Let no foe our peace molest ; Jesus, thou our guardian be; Sweet it is to trust in thee.
Side 163 - COME, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest-home ! All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin : God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied : Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest-home...
Side 277 - COME, ye disconsolate ! where'er ye languish, Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel: Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal. 2 Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, Hope of the penitent, fadeless and pure ! Here speaks the Comforter, tenderly saying, Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot cure.
Side 232 - There is a dwelling-place above ; Thither, to meet the God of love, The poor in spirit go ; There is a paradise of rest ; For contrite hearts and souls distrest Its streams of comfort flow. There is a goodly heritage, Where earthly passions cease to rage ; The meek that haven gain : There is a board, where they who pine, Hungry, athirst, for grace divine, May feast, nor crave again. There is a voice to mercy true ; To them who mercy's path pursue That voice shall bliss impart ; There...
Side 391 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.