Social Hymns and Tunes: For the Conference and Prayer-meeting, and the Home with Services and Prayers

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American Unitarian Association, 1869 - 155 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 79 - 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 72 - I'd be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
Pàgina 104 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest.
Pàgina 46 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove: Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above.
Pàgina 96 - 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 104 - YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, 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: 'tis your Lord's command, And while we speak, He's near ; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear.
Pàgina 14 - We are commanded to let our light so shine before men, that they may see our good works, and glorify our Father which is in heaven.
Pàgina 96 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand, From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Pàgina 124 - I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that- dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
Pàgina 11 - And we beseech thee give us that due sense of all thy mercies that our hearts may be unfeignedly thankful and that we may show forth thy praise not only with our lips but in our lives; by giving up ourselves to thy service, and by walking before thee in holiness and righteousness all our days...

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