Hymns and AnthemsCharles Fox, 1841 - 100 páginas |
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... souls with light divine , Till radiant in thy beams they shine , With thine own essence blending ! IV . LORD , thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod ; Nor only is this day thine own When men draw near their God : Thy temple is ...
... souls with light divine , Till radiant in thy beams they shine , With thine own essence blending ! IV . LORD , thou art not alone In courts by mortals trod ; Nor only is this day thine own When men draw near their God : Thy temple is ...
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... ; His cares our drooping souls upraise , And harm shall reach us never . On him we rest with faith assured , Of all that live the mighty Lord , For ever and for ever ! . In sleep's serene oblivion laid , I safely passed XVIII .
... ; His cares our drooping souls upraise , And harm shall reach us never . On him we rest with faith assured , Of all that live the mighty Lord , For ever and for ever ! . In sleep's serene oblivion laid , I safely passed XVIII .
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... soul resumes her power , And springs , my guardian God , to thee . O guide me through the various maze My doubtful feet are doomed to tread ; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around my head . A deeper shade ...
... soul resumes her power , And springs , my guardian God , to thee . O guide me through the various maze My doubtful feet are doomed to tread ; And spread thy shield's protecting blaze Where dangers press around my head . A deeper shade ...
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... soul hath power . The passions are at peace within , And still each stormy thought of sin- The yielding bosom overawed , Breathes love to man and love to God . XXII . GENTLY fall the dews of eve , Raising still the languid flowers ...
... soul hath power . The passions are at peace within , And still each stormy thought of sin- The yielding bosom overawed , Breathes love to man and love to God . XXII . GENTLY fall the dews of eve , Raising still the languid flowers ...
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... seek , In humble silence wait . True prayer is not the imposing sound That clamorous lips repeat ; But the deep silence of a soul That clasps Jehovah's feet . B CREATOR - SPIRIT , by whose light The sleeping worlds XXV .
... seek , In humble silence wait . True prayer is not the imposing sound That clamorous lips repeat ; But the deep silence of a soul That clasps Jehovah's feet . B CREATOR - SPIRIT , by whose light The sleeping worlds XXV .
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Términos y frases comunes
adored Arouse thee beam Beethoven blest breast breath bright chain of love Christ dark dead death deed divine doth dreams dust dwell earth evermore faith Father Father divine feel flowers flows darkling flows sparkling footfall footsteps gentle gloom glorious glory glows golden Golden ear grace grave Gregorian Chant grief Hallelujah hallowed happy hast hath heart Thy soul heaven heavenly holy hope hour human heart Hymns and Anthems immortal lisp Lord mercies are sure mercies aye endure morning mourn Nature's Nearer to thee night o'er peace rest round sacred sage Sarah F shade shew shine sing skies sleep song of praise soul shall save spirit stars sweet Taylor's Collection Teach tears temples There's thine own heart thou art thought throne Thy mercy endureth thy name tide Truth to thine unto voice wave weary weep winds wisdom worship
Pasajes populares
Página lvi - 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.
Página lxxi - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will ; Whose armour is his honest thought And simple truth his utmost skill...
Página ix - 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.
Página lx - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página xxxix - God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.
Página lxxxv - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee ! 2 Though, like the wanderer, The sun gone down, Darkness be over me, My rest a stone ; Yet in my dreams I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, — Nearer to Thee...
Página cxxx - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página vii - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Página xlvi - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T
Página lxxxv - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!