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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... heart . " There are Crusaders ' hymns , that rolled forth their truths upon the Oriental air , while a thousand horses ' hoofs kept time below and ten thousand palm leaves whispered and kept time above . Other hymns fulfilling the ...
... heart . " There are Crusaders ' hymns , that rolled forth their truths upon the Oriental air , while a thousand horses ' hoofs kept time below and ten thousand palm leaves whispered and kept time above . Other hymns fulfilling the ...
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... heart . " Surely , here was a man of God , ministering not with eye- service as a man - pleaser , but as a servant of the Great Ruler above ! Monmouth's invasion followed - his defeat and sentence of death . Ken was with him in his last ...
... heart . " Surely , here was a man of God , ministering not with eye- service as a man - pleaser , but as a servant of the Great Ruler above ! Monmouth's invasion followed - his defeat and sentence of death . Ken was with him in his last ...
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... Heart , And with the Angels bear thy part , Who all night long unwearied sing , Glory [ High Praise ] to the Eternal King . Awake , awake , [ I wake , I wake ] , * ye Heavenly Choire , May your Devotion me inspire , That I , like you ...
... Heart , And with the Angels bear thy part , Who all night long unwearied sing , Glory [ High Praise ] to the Eternal King . Awake , awake , [ I wake , I wake ] , * ye Heavenly Choire , May your Devotion me inspire , That I , like you ...
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... Heart , Till it an Hallelujah dart . The faster sleep the sense doth bind , [ the senses binds ] , The more unfetter'd is the Mind ; [ are our Minds ; ] O may my Soul from matter free , Thy unvail'd Goodness waking see ! [ Thy ...
... Heart , Till it an Hallelujah dart . The faster sleep the sense doth bind , [ the senses binds ] , The more unfetter'd is the Mind ; [ are our Minds ; ] O may my Soul from matter free , Thy unvail'd Goodness waking see ! [ Thy ...
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... Heart ; One ray of Thy All - quick'ning light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night . Lord , lest the Tempter me surprize , Watch over Thine own Sacrifice , All loose , all idle Thoughts cast out , And make my very Dreams devout ...
... Heart ; One ray of Thy All - quick'ning light Dispels the sloth and clouds of night . Lord , lest the Tempter me surprize , Watch over Thine own Sacrifice , All loose , all idle Thoughts cast out , And make my very Dreams devout ...
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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.