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Songs for the Sanctuary: Or, Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship
Charles Seymour Robinson
Visualitzaciˇ completa - 1868
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PÓgina 47 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
PÓgina 337 - For Him shall endless prayer be made, And praises throng to crown His head ; His name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice. 3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name.
PÓgina 74 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
PÓgina 132 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
PÓgina 53 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
PÓgina 189 - AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb? And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease ? While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas?
PÓgina 91 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
PÓgina 77 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every, land, The work of an Almighty hand.