The Jubilate: A Collection of Sacred Music, for Choirs, Singing Schools, Musical Conventions, &cLuther Orlando Emerson Oliver Ditson, 1866 - 384 pàgines |
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A-men a-way Ad lib Allegro Amen Andante angels beautiful are thy Blessed blest bove CHORUS Christ CHROMATIC SCALE cometh Cres dark dwell in thee earth ev-er ev-er-more ev'ry eyes faith Father fear glad Glory grace H. E. HOLT Hallelujah Hark hast hath heart heaven heavenly ho-ly holy hosts HYMN Je-sus Jesus joyful King L. O. EMERSON la la la let thy light loud love thee mercy Minor Scale Minor Second Moderato morning night o'er peace shall dwell praise the Lord praise thee Praise thou Praise ye pray rejoice Rest in peace Saviour shine Sing unto SINGING SCHOOL skies smiles Solo Songs of praise Soprano sorrow soul spirit sweet Tenor THEORETICAL AND PRACTICAL there's joy thine Thou art thou the Lord Thou wilt thro throne thy dwellings thy love thy name tion un-to voice weary wings World without end ye the Lord
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Pàgina 108 - What I've committed to His hands, Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will He own my worthless name Before His Father's face, And in the New Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place.
Pàgina 95 - JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Pàgina 91 - When I survey the wondrous cross On which the Prince of Glory died, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride.
Pàgina 215 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Pàgina 91 - 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. 3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4.
Pàgina 90 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again.
Pàgina 175 - Prince of peace ! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings : Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Pàgina 133 - Then I can smile at satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all...
Pàgina 125 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod, Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Pàgina 142 - A few more struggles here, A few more partings o'er, A few more toils, a few more tears, And we shall weep no more.