Hymns for the Christian Church: For the Use of the First Church of Christ in Boston

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Little, Brown, 1873 - 359 páginas
 

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Página 66 - Prince of peace ! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings : Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Página 71 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Página 70 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!
Página 280 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs: High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Página 221 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. 5 Soul, then know thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin and fear and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within...
Página 20 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 2 The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Página 267 - And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast : O, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word ; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, How deep thy counsels ! how divine ! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high ; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ; Like grass they flourish, till thy breath Blast them in everlasting death.
Página 41 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, •And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 135 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Página 316 - Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broadcast it o'er the land...

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