Hymns of the Church Militant

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Carter, 1858 - 640 páginas

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OCLC Number: 1043771
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Hymns, English.
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Página 313 - Kings shall fall down before Him, And gold and incense bring ; All nations shall adore Him, His praise all people sing : For He shall have dominion O'er river, sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion Or dove's light wing can soar.
Página 383 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green : So, to the Jews, old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Página 557 - Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
Página 417 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ! I'1l bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.
Página 7 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise. Out of my stony griefs. Bethel I'll raise So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer to Thee ! Or if, on joyful wing.
Página 511 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Página 33 - GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ! He, whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode : On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
Página 482 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride. He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Página 137 - 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.
Página 314 - Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest Till through the world thy truth has run; Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the sun.

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