Hymns of the Morning: Designed for the Use of God's PeopleC.W. Sargent, 1873 - 171 pàgines |
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angels appear beauty behold blessed blest blood bright bright land CHORUS Christ cross crown dark dawn dear death divine earth endless eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear foes forever found Glory friends glad glorious glory grace grief guardian Rock hail hallelujah happy day hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY KNOX holy home,come hope hosanna joyful King kingdom Lamb Lamb of God land Let me go light live Lord meet Meribah Migdol morning ne'er never nigh night o'er Ortonville pain peace PHILIP PHILLIPS pilgrim praise pray prayer ransomed reign rejoice rest rise sacred saints Saviour Saviour bleed shine shore sigh sing sinners skies song soon sorrow soul speed the truth sweet tears thee there's there's a home thine tho't thou thro throne toil tomb trumpet voice wait weary weep word ye saints Zion
Passatges populars
Pàgina 16 - The Lord will come, a dreadful form, With wreath of flame, and robe of storm, On cherub wings, and wings of wind, Anointed Judge of human kind.
Pàgina 66 - For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
Pàgina 69 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Pàgina 7 - I sing the goodness of the Lord, That filled the earth with food; He formed the creatures with his word, And then pronounced them good.
Pàgina 104 - Unbroken by the last of foes. 2 Asleep in Jesus ! Oh, how sweet To be for such a slumber meet, With holy confidence to sing That death hath lost its venomed sting ! 3 Asleep in Jesus ! peaceful rest, Whose waking is supremely blest ; No fear, no woe shall dim that hour That manifests the Saviour's power.
Pàgina 107 - Friend of .Sinners was His name ; Now above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. Still He calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends. 4 O for grace our hearts to soften ! Teach us, Lord, at length to love ; We, alas ! forget too often What a Friend we have above ; But when home our souls are brought, We will love Thee as we ought.
Pàgina 105 - BLOW ye the trumpet, blow ; — The gladly solemn sound ; — Let all the nations know, To earth's remotest bound, The year of jubilee is come : Return, ye ransomed sinners, home.
Pàgina 96 - COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
Pàgina 66 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Pàgina 66 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.