A Selection of Hymns Used in the Parish Church, and the Church of the Holy Trinity, Ulverston, Ed. by R. Daniel

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Página 3 - Awake, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run : Shake off dull sloth, and early rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Página 18 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Página 5 - 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 78 - THOU art the Way : — to thee alone From sin and death we flee ; And he who would the Father seek, Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth : — thy word alone True wisdom can impart; Thou only canst inform the mind, And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life :— the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm ; And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; Grant us that Way to know, That Truth to keep, that Life to win, Whose...
Página 17 - 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 21 - GREAT God, what do I see and hear! The end of things created ! The Judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated ! The trumpet sounds ; the graves restore The dead which they contained before ; Prepare, my soul, to meet Him...
Página 95 - One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death : One army of the living God, To His command we bow ; Part of His host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Página 4 - 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.
Página 4 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Página 51 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on th' accursed tree ; And hopes her guilt was there.

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