Hymns and AnthemsC. Fox, 1845 - 107 sider |
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Side xliii
... weary ? Is the sun in heaven no longer , When the rain Sweeps the plain ? Soon he blazes stronger . Is the floweret's sleep eternal , When its cup , Folded up , Waits the breezes vernal ? Why should man , then , child of sorrow , Mourn ...
... weary ? Is the sun in heaven no longer , When the rain Sweeps the plain ? Soon he blazes stronger . Is the floweret's sleep eternal , When its cup , Folded up , Waits the breezes vernal ? Why should man , then , child of sorrow , Mourn ...
Side lxxvii
... weary by the patriarch's well . From every place below the skies , The grateful song , the fervent prayer , The incense of the heart , may rise To heaven , and find acceptance there . O Thou , to whom , in ancient time , The lyre of ...
... weary by the patriarch's well . From every place below the skies , The grateful song , the fervent prayer , The incense of the heart , may rise To heaven , and find acceptance there . O Thou , to whom , in ancient time , The lyre of ...
Side lxxxi
... of 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 .
... of 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 .
Side cxiii
... Weary pilgrim , hither come ! Thou who houseless , sole , forlorn , Long hast borne the proud world's scorn , Long hast roamed the barren waste , Weary pilgrim , hither haste ! Sinner , come ! for here is found Balm that flows for every ...
... Weary pilgrim , hither come ! Thou who houseless , sole , forlorn , Long hast borne the proud world's scorn , Long hast roamed the barren waste , Weary pilgrim , hither haste ! Sinner , come ! for here is found Balm that flows for every ...
Side cxxvii
... weary soul , The struggles of the strong , Are steps towards some happy goal , The story of hope's song . Hope leads the child to plant the flower , The man to sow the seed ; Nor leaves fulfilment to her hour , - But prompts again to ...
... weary soul , The struggles of the strong , Are steps towards some happy goal , The story of hope's song . Hope leads the child to plant the flower , The man to sow the seed ; Nor leaves fulfilment to her hour , - But prompts again to ...
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adored Arouse thee beam become eternity Blessed be thy 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 footfall footsteps gentle gloom glorious glory glows golden Golden ear grace grave grief Hallelujah hallowed happy hast hath heart Thy soul heaven heavenly holy hope hour human heart Hymns and Anthems immortal lisp Lord lyre mercies are sure mercies aye endure Miserere morning mourn Nature's Nearer to thee night o'er peace rest round sacred sage shade shew shine sing skies sleep song of praise sorrow soul shall save spirit stars sublime sweet 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
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Side lx - 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 lxxv - 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 7 - 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 lxxii - 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 xliii - 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 lxxxix - 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.
Side cxlv - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Side cxxxvi - But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
Side 5 - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
Side liv - 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