Lyra Britannica, a collection of British hymns, with biographical sketches of the hymn writers, by C. Rogers

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Charles Rogers
1867
 

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Pàgina 2 - 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!
Pàgina 5 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ? What though no real voice, nor sound, Amidst their radiant orbs be found ? In Reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice ; For ever singing, as they shine, " The hand that made us is divine.
Pàgina 91 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pàgina 421 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Pàgina 393 - THOU art, O GOD, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine...
Pàgina 628 - How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said ? You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled.
Pàgina 326 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite ! Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Pàgina 264 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love and purity.
Pàgina 262 - Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may die, for the Sinless has died.
Pàgina 421 - MY faith looks up to Thee, Thou Lamb of Calvary, Saviour divine ! Now hear me while I pray, Take all my guilt away, Oh, let me from this day Be wholly Thine ! May Thy rich grace impart Strength to my fainting heart ; My zeal inspire.

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