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

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Little, Brown, 1873 - 359 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 29 - LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 78 - 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.
Pàgina 21 - 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.
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 47 - I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. 2 Unnumbered comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestowed, Before my infant heart conceived From whom those comforts flowed. 3 When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, And led me up to man.
Pàgina 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.

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