The Congregational hymn book: a suppl. to dr. Watts's Psalms and hymns [ed. by J. Conder].

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Página 410 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 88 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing.
Página 362 - 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.
Página 418 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Página 336 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 1 - Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of Peace was born. Songs of praise arose, when He Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away: Songs of praise shall crown that day. God will make new heavens and earth : Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
Página 279 - 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...
Página 486 - 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.
Página 487 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile: In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Página 469 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay ; Time shall soon this earth remove Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire ascending seeks the sun ; Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.

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