Historical Sketches of Hymns, Their Writers, and Their Influence

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Lindsay & Blakiston, 1859 - 415 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 314 - T'HERE is a happy land, *• Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day.
Pàgina 120 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
Pàgina 258 - THE PSALMS OF DAVID IMITATED IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE NEW TESTAMENT, AND APPLIED TO THE CHRISTIAN STATE AND WORSHIP, BY I.
Pàgina 110 - Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end.
Pàgina 59 - E'er since by faith I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stamm'ring tongue Lies silent in the grave.
Pàgina 59 - Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Pàgina 198 - The Lord bless you, and keep you. The Lord make his face to shine upon you, and be gracious unto you. The Lord lift up his countenance upon you, and give you peace, both now and evermore.
Pàgina 58 - ... Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
Pàgina 344 - Before thy feet with them to bow, Though vilest of them all ; But, can I bear the piercing thought, What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call?
Pàgina 221 - Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall — Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ? Go spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.

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