The Institute HymnalCharles Taylor Ives, Raymond Huntington Woodman Novello, Ewer, 1901 - 262 pàgines |
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A-MEN Alleluia AMEN angels Arthur Seymour Sullivan Baptiste Calkin 1827 blest bove bright calm Cecil Frances Alexander child Christ be praised Christ is risen cres crown dark dear didst dore Draw nigh earth Edward John Hopkins eternal eyes faith Father Frances Ridley Havergal Frederick William Faber gels glad glorious glory Godfrey Thring Hark hath heart heaven heavenly Henry Smart Holy Horatius Bonar hymn John Bacchus Dykes John Baptiste Calkin John Hopkins 1818 John Mason Neale King light live Lord Lord's side lu ia luia meek morn night o'er onward peace pray prayer reign Rejoice rest saints Saviour SECOND TUNE Seymour Sullivan 1842 shine sing Sir Arthur Seymour Sir John Stainer Sir Joseph Barnby song soul Spirit stars sweet Thine Thou art Thou hast Thy love Thy praise tion Voices in Unison William Henry Monk William Walsham
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Pàgina 148 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save. Like Him, with pardon on His tongue, In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong; Who follows in His train?
Pàgina 162 - I* THINK, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How He called little children, as lambs to His fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Pàgina 13 - I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless; Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness: Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Pàgina 86 - He died that we might be forgiven, He died to make us good, That we might go at last to heaven, Saved by His precious blood.
Pàgina 125 - I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee.
Pàgina 183 - My native country, thee — Land of the noble free — Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Pàgina 157 - They stand, those halls of Zion, All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen. There is the throne of David ; And there, from care released, The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast. And they, who, with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
Pàgina 11 - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take ; Till in the ocean of Thy love We lose ourselves in heaven above.
Pàgina 138 - It can bring with it nothing, But he will bear us through ; Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe his people too: Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens, Will give his children bread.
Pàgina 54 - Finish then thy new creation, Pure and spotless let us be; Let us see thy great salvation, Perfectly restored in thee: Changed from glory into glory, Till in heaven we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder, love, and praise!