Universal Hymns: Compiled for the North End UnionThomas Todd, Printer, 1894 - 56 páginas |
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Universal Hymns: Compiled for the North End Union Julia W. Frothingham Pré-visualização indisponível - 2015 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Alice Cary Anon beauty blessing blest Book and Hymnal brave breath calm Carol CHORUS Church Universal daily dark dear divine earth Eliza Cook ev'ry F. L. Hosmer faith Father fear feel flowers forever Franklin Square gladness glory glory of living God's Gospel Hymns hand happy harvest hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour J. W. Chadwick John Henry Newman life's light Little by little live Longfellow Lord lowly Lucy Larcom M. J. Savage martial music mercy morn Nearer to Thee night o'er onward peace praise pray prayer Ring S. S. Service Book Samuel Longfellow Services and Hymnal shalt shine sing skies song sorrow soul Sowing the seed Speak gently spirit spring stars strength strive sweet tender thank Thee Thine things Thou art thought thy duty Thy love toil true trust truth Tune voice wait wilt words
Passagens conhecidas
Página 41 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust. Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 'tis prosperous to be just. Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside. Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified. And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Página 6 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.
Página 24 - LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on ! The night is dark, and I am far from home, — Lead thou me on ! Keep thou my feet ; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Página 2 - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 2 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all, And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream ; but what am I ? An infant crying in the night; An infant crying for the light, And with no language but a cry.
Página 38 - 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 48 - Holy, holy, holy, all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea ; Cherubim and seraphim falling down before thee, Which wert and art and evermore shalt be.
Página 13 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Página 9 - PRUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o:er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe. Faith's meanest deed more favor bears, Where hearts and wills are weighed, Than brightest transports, choicest prayers, Which bloom their hour and fade.
Página 2 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.