Songs: Sacred and DevotionalJoseph Edwards Carpenter F. Warne & Company, 1866 - 392 sider |
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... Dead , Blessed are those who Fear the Lord , Boatman's Hymn , Brightest and Best , Bubbles under Ice , Burial Anthem , By the Rivers of Babylon , PUBLISHERS . PAGE R. Cocks and Co. , 138 293 Metzler and Co. , 169 Metzler and Co. , 197 ...
... Dead , Blessed are those who Fear the Lord , Boatman's Hymn , Brightest and Best , Bubbles under Ice , Burial Anthem , By the Rivers of Babylon , PUBLISHERS . PAGE R. Cocks and Co. , 138 293 Metzler and Co. , 169 Metzler and Co. , 197 ...
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... Heaven's entrusted gift Is reft away for ever . But when the sea and land , Like burning scroll have fled , I'll see it in His hand , Who judgeth quick and dead , Passing Away . And when of scathe and loss That 6 Sacred Songs .
... Heaven's entrusted gift Is reft away for ever . But when the sea and land , Like burning scroll have fled , I'll see it in His hand , Who judgeth quick and dead , Passing Away . And when of scathe and loss That 6 Sacred Songs .
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... I darkness have ? What though my healthful days are fled , And I lie number'd with the dead ? Yet I have hope , by Thy great power , To spring - though now a wither'd flower . 1 Why do the Flowers Bloom ? 13 Why do the 12 Sacred Songs .
... I darkness have ? What though my healthful days are fled , And I lie number'd with the dead ? Yet I have hope , by Thy great power , To spring - though now a wither'd flower . 1 Why do the Flowers Bloom ? 13 Why do the 12 Sacred Songs .
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... the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The trumpet shall be heard on high , The dead shall live , the living die , And music shall untune the sky . Never hold Malice . 29 Never hold Malice . ELIZA 28 Sacred Songs .
... the last and dreadful hour This crumbling pageant shall devour , The trumpet shall be heard on high , The dead shall live , the living die , And music shall untune the sky . Never hold Malice . 29 Never hold Malice . ELIZA 28 Sacred Songs .
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... dead ; Thou who trod'st the billowy sea , Shield us in our jeopardy ! Guide our bark among the waves ; Through the rocks our passage smooth ; Where the whirlpool frets and raves , Let Thy love its anger soothe : All our hope is placed ...
... dead ; Thou who trod'st the billowy sea , Shield us in our jeopardy ! Guide our bark among the waves ; Through the rocks our passage smooth ; Where the whirlpool frets and raves , Let Thy love its anger soothe : All our hope is placed ...
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abide adore Alleluia angels ANNA BLACKWELL bear beneath blessings blest breast breath bright calm CHARLES WESLEY CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT child Christ clouds dark dead dear death divine doth dwell dying earth ELIZA COOK eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear flowers Friend glad glorious grave grief Hallelujah hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS LYTE Holy hope Hosanna hour Hymn J. E. CARPENTER.-Music Jesus JOHN JOHN KEBLE JOHN NEWTON King light live look Lord mercy MOORE.-Air morning ne'er night o'er pass'd peace pray prayer pure rest rise sacred saints Saviour shine sing sinners skies sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit star star of Bethlehem Stephen Glover storm sweet baby tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love Thy Name unto voice weary weep WILLIAM COWPER wind wings word
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Side 263 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Side xviii - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Side ix - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Side 306 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Side 143 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Side 172 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; star of the east, the horizon adorning, guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Side 259 - People and realms, of every tongue, Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name.
Side 324 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Side 102 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven — Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine.
Side 230 - I'd be Nearer my God to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.