Songs for the Sanctuary: Or, Hymns and Tunes for Christian Worship

Cover
A. S. Barnes, 1873 - 482 Seiten
 

Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen

Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen

Beliebte Passagen

Seite 62 - Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Seite 56 - ALL hail the power of Jesus? name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Seite 87 - I'll cheerful leave, And find my heaven in thee. OP £ CM Wachusett. Princeton. ODD Longing for a eloser Walk with. God. 1 OH! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame : A light, to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Seite 4 - Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long, unwearied, sing High praise to the eternal King.
Seite 39 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Seite 50 - To you, in David's town, this day, " Is born, of David's line, " The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; " And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly Babe you there shall find, " To human view displayed, " All meanly wrapped in swathing bands,
Seite 204 - As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream: Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, All below is but a dream.
Seite 104 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Seite 179 - How blest the righteous when he dies ! When sinks a weary soul to rest ! How mildly beam the closing eyes ! How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore.
Seite 90 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.

Bibliografische Informationen