Some Hymns and Hymn Writers Representing All who Profess and Call Themselves Christians: Short Studies in the Hymnal of the Episcopal ChurchJohn C. Winston Company, 1907 - 458 sider |
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... fear God . " " You are trumpeters of sedition , " was the King's reply . " What do you here ? Go to your dioceses , and see that I am obeyed . " " God's will be done , " said Ken ; and White , of Peter- borough , echoed his words . The ...
... fear God . " " You are trumpeters of sedition , " was the King's reply . " What do you here ? Go to your dioceses , and see that I am obeyed . " " God's will be done , " said Ken ; and White , of Peter- borough , echoed his words . The ...
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... fear for themselves wrought strongest , God knoweth . " In such labors Charles Wesley continued with his brother , during most of his remaining years until his death in the year 1788 , when he was nearly fourscore years of age . Eight ...
... fear for themselves wrought strongest , God knoweth . " In such labors Charles Wesley continued with his brother , during most of his remaining years until his death in the year 1788 , when he was nearly fourscore years of age . Eight ...
Side 31
... fears and sins release us ; Let us find our rest in Thee . When we wish to give utterance to our feeling of Christmas joy , it is Charles Wesley who shouts for us : 51 Hark ! the herald angels sing , Glory to the new - born King ; Peace ...
... fears and sins release us ; Let us find our rest in Thee . When we wish to give utterance to our feeling of Christmas joy , it is Charles Wesley who shouts for us : 51 Hark ! the herald angels sing , Glory to the new - born King ; Peace ...
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... fear of speaking an idle word . I seemed to bemoan my former miscarriages very earnestly , and sometimes with tears ; in short , I became an ascetic , and endeavored , as far as my situation would permit , to renounce society that I ...
... fear of speaking an idle word . I seemed to bemoan my former miscarriages very earnestly , and sometimes with tears ; in short , I became an ascetic , and endeavored , as far as my situation would permit , to renounce society that I ...
Side 45
... fear and im- patience to receive my inevitable doom . " But , as the ship became free from water , there arose a gleam of hope . " I began to pray . My prayer was like the cry of the ravens . ' However , ere long he was able to say ...
... fear and im- patience to receive my inevitable doom . " But , as the ship became free from water , there arose a gleam of hope . " I began to pray . My prayer was like the cry of the ravens . ' However , ere long he was able to say ...
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ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER afterwards became best known hymn Bickersteth Bishop blessed blest born CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER Charles Wesley Christian Church of England clergyman College cross dark Dean death died divine earth English Episcopal faith father gifts glory God's GODFREY THRING grace graduate heart heaven heavenly Heber Henry HENRY BICKERSTETH Holy honor hymn writer hymnal Isaac Watts John John Henry Newman John Keble JOHN MASON NEALE Keble King labor light living London Lord mercy minister missionary Muhlenberg Neale Nearer never Newman night o'er ordained Oxford parish peace poem poet praise prayer preached preacher psalms Rector religious SABINE BARING-GOULD sacred saints Saviour sermon sing song sorrow soul spirit stanza sung sweet tell Thee Thine things Thou thought tion translations truth verse voice WILLIAM WILLIAM AUGUSTUS MUHLENBERG words worship writes written wrote
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Side 245 - Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies: Heaven's morning breaks, and earth's vain shadows flee; In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
Side 63 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Side 156 - My faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour Divine: Now hear me while I pray, Take all my guilt away, O let me from this day Be wholly Thine.
Side 111 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my All shalt be. Perish, every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition ! God, and heaven, are still my own.
Side 242 - It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold : "Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, From heaven's all-gracious King!
Side 26 - One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death : One army of the living God, To His command we bow ; Part of His host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Side 308 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Side 139 - O LITTLE town of Bethlehem ! How still we see thee lie ; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by ; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light ; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night.
Side 107 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Side 224 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.