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ALLEGRO beautiful bless blest bove break breath bright bring cheer CHOIR CHORUS CONGREGATIONAL Cres dear death Double earth EXERCISES eyes fear flow GENTLE give glory grace hand Hastings hath hear heart heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour intervals Jesus join keep kind King Lamb land lead light lines live Lord meet MODERATO morn mountains mourning never night notes o'er peace praise praise thee pray prayer raise reigns rest rise round Saviour scale sharp shine sing sleep SLOW soft song soon Soprano soul sound SPIRITED stand step strength sweet teach tears thee thine thou thro throne thy name tion tones trust truth tune voice wait
Pāgina 71 - 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.
Pāgina 382 - Thou hast set our iniquities before thee, our secret sins in the light of thy countenance.
Pāgina 69 - Tis done ! the great transaction's done ; I am my Lord's, and He is mine ; He drew me, and I followed on, Charmed to confess the voice divine. 4 Now rest, my long-divided heart, Fixed on this blissful centre, rest : With ashes who would grudge to part. When called on angels...
Pāgina 65 - 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.
Pāgina 242 - Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand : Bread of Heaven ! Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Pāgina 382 - Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power: for thou hast created all things, and for thy pleasure they are and were created.
Pāgina 180 - And watchful at his gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in his sight, For awful is his name. 3 Watch...
Pāgina 263 - I would not live alway; no — welcome the tomb, Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom; There, sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies...