Village Hymns for Social Worship: Selected and Original :designed as a Supplement to the Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts

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Asahel Nettleton
E. Sands, 1928 - 488 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 18 - 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 443 - Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2. 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 335 - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Pàgina 398 - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.
Pàgina 351 - GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God He whose word cannot be broken Formed thee for his own abode ; On the Rock of Ages founded. What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.
Pàgina 112 - It was my guide, my light, my all, it bade my dark forebodings cease ; and through the storm and danger's thrall it led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored — my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, for ever and for evermore, the Star— The Star of Bethlehem...
Pàgina 99 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Pàgina 27 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Pàgina 106 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, — 'While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Pàgina 142 - In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.

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