Christian Hymns for Public and Private Worship

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Wm. Crosby and H.P. Nichols, 1845 - 454 Seiten

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Seite 447 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea ; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free...
Seite 418 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth — and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th
Seite 254 - So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
Seite 30 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Seite 75 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread, Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Seite 87 - 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.
Seite 295 - 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, 1 78.
Seite 110 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem, But one alone the Saviour speaks — It is the star of Bethlehem...
Seite 286 - I ask not to stay, •!• Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. I would not live alway...
Seite 189 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.

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