Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs: Original and Selected, Adapted to the Christian Religion

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Stereotyped by G.D. Emerson, 1851 - 511 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 371 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Pàgina 146 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Pàgina 133 - 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 45 - 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 361 - Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Pàgina 425 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Pàgina 339 - 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 399 - Stand dressed in living green: So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Pàgina 84 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name. 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains ; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.
Pàgina 149 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. O God, our help in ages past...

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