Hymns and AnthemsCharles Fox, 1841 - 100 sider |
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William Johnson Fox. GIVE to our God immortal praise ; Mercy and truth are all his ways : Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat his mercies in your song . Give to the Lord of lords renown ; The King of kings with glory crown : His ...
William Johnson Fox. GIVE to our God immortal praise ; Mercy and truth are all his ways : Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat his mercies in your song . Give to the Lord of lords renown ; The King of kings with glory crown : His ...
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... song sublime , And prophets praised with glowing tongue ! Not now on Zion's ... song , the fervent prayer , The incense of the heart , may rise To heaven ... praise be sung . LXXIII . O PRAISE the Lord , all ye his hosts ; Ye servants ...
... song sublime , And prophets praised with glowing tongue ! Not now on Zion's ... song , the fervent prayer , The incense of the heart , may rise To heaven ... praise be sung . LXXIII . O PRAISE the Lord , all ye his hosts ; Ye servants ...
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... praise , Natural as the breeze That stirs amongst the forest - trees , Whisp'ring ever , Weary never , Summer's prime or wintry days- So should come my song of praise . O ! I would sing a song of praise , LXXIX .
... praise , Natural as the breeze That stirs amongst the forest - trees , Whisp'ring ever , Weary never , Summer's prime or wintry days- So should come my song of praise . O ! I would sing a song of praise , LXXIX .
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William Johnson Fox. O ! I would sing a song of praise , Sweet as breathing flowers , That ope to greet the earlier hours ; Never - ending Incense sending Up , to bless their parent rays- So should wake my song of praise . O ! I would sing ...
William Johnson Fox. O ! I would sing a song of praise , Sweet as breathing flowers , That ope to greet the earlier hours ; Never - ending Incense sending Up , to bless their parent rays- So should wake my song of praise . O ! I would sing ...
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... praise , Out of my stony griefs , Bethel I'll raise : So by my woes to be Nearer , my God , to thee- Nearer to thee ! Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky , Sun , moon , and stars forgot , Upwards I fly : Still all my song shall be ...
... praise , Out of my stony griefs , Bethel I'll raise : So by my woes to be Nearer , my God , to thee- Nearer to thee ! Or if on joyful wing Cleaving the sky , Sun , moon , and stars forgot , Upwards I fly : Still all my song shall be ...
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Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side vii - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Side 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
Side 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!