The Golden Lyre: A New Collection of Church Music, Adapted to the Various Metres Now in Use : Together with a New and Extensive Variety of Anthems, Sentences, and Chants, for Choirs, Singing Classes, Musical Associations, and Social Sacred Music Circles
O. Ditson, 1850 - 378 pàgines
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Allegretto Arranged Base bless blest bove breath bright cheerful Choral Close Coro Cres dark death dore Double dwell earth expression eyes face faith faster Father fear fect feel flow fore forms give glad glory grace hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly hold hope hour kind King land light lines live Lord Medium night nite notes o'er peace praise pray prayer raise rest rise Ritard round saints scale shade shine sing Slow Slowly soft Soli song soul sound sound to hear speak spirit spread Staccato strains style sweet tears Tenor thee thine thou thoughts thousand throne tion tongue Treble tune vine voice тр
Pàgina 194 - Make all his glories known. 4 Well, the delightful day will come, When my dear Lord will bring me home, And I shall see his face : Then with my Saviour, Brother, Friend, A blest eternity I'll spend, Triumphant in his grace.
Pàgina 312 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Pàgina 68 - So fades a summer cloud away, So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, So gently shuts the eye of day, So dies a wave along the shore.
Pàgina 216 - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Pàgina 25 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Pàgina 259 - PRAISE ye Jehovah's name, Praise through his courts proclaim, Rise and adore : High o'er the heavens above Sound his great acts of love, While his rich grace we prove, Vast as his power. • 2 Now let the trumpet raise Sounds of triumphant praise, Wide as his fame : There let the harp be found ; Organs, with solemn sound. Roll your deep notes around, Filled with his name. 3 While his high praise ye sing, Shake every sounding string ; Sweet the accord ! He vital breath -bestows ; Let every breath...
Pàgina 187 - T'HE Lord my shepherd is; *- I shall be well supplied : Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place * Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear...
Pàgina 252 - MY God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home, on life's rough way, O teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done.
Pàgina 164 - And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.