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Hymns for the Christian Church and Home (Classic Reprint)
Ingen forhåndsvisning tilgjengelig - 2017
adore almighty beams bless blest bliss breast breath bright C. M. Montgomery C. M. Newton cease cheerful Christ Christian darkness death divine dwell earth eternal everlasting faith Father Father divine fear give glorious glory God’s gracious grief hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HEBER holy hope Hosanna hour humble hymn Iambs immortal Jesus joy in heaven King L. M. DoDDRIDGE L. M. WATTs life’s lift light live Lord Messiah mind Montgomery morning mortal night o'er peace pray prayer reign rejoice repentant song rest rise sacred shade shine sing skies sleep smile song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit spread stars storm sweet tears thee thine thou art thoughts thy grace thy hand thy love Thy mercy thy name thy power thy praise thy word tongue trembling trochees trust truth voice weary Wesley wings worship
Side cxciv - 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.
Side clxxx - HARK the glad sound ! the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song.
Side ccxxxv - O GOD of Bethel ! by whose hand Thy people still are fed ; Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led ! 2 Our vows, our prayers we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race.
Side ccxv - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic, like the sun ; It gives a light to every age ; It gives, but borrows none.
Side clxxxiv - Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice ; I will guide you to your home ; Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 2 Thou who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste ! 3 Ye who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; Ye, whose...
Side cccxii - Could we but climb where Moses stood And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore.
Side cxvii - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Side 104 - As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find, As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind — Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, All below is but a dream.