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Hymns for the Hospital Chapel, Worcester: Selected from the Books in Common ...
Vista completa - 1843
abode Almighty behold bless blest bliss breast bright C. M. DoDDRIDGE C. M. WATTs calm Canaan Chapel cheerful CHRIST AND CHRISTIANITY Church crown him Lord dark dear divine dwell earth endless eternal everlasting eyes faint fear flow frame give glorious gospel guard hail Hallelujah hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hills Holy Spirit honors hope hopes and fears Hosannas Jehovah Jesus join joyful King land light MORNING HYMN mortal night nobler o'er peace perfect praise abroad proclaim PsALMs PUBLIC WORSHIP reigns rest righteousness rise Sabbath sacred salvation Saviour shade sing sins skies song songs of praise soul sound sovereign speak thy spread stand star star of Bethlehem sweet thee thine Thou art thy grace thy love Thy mercy thy name thy praise thy presence thy throne thy truth thy word tongue trust voice wakeful eyes weary wondrous Worc Zion
Página 10 - In vain we tune our formal songs; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Página 49 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Página 17 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Página 53 - How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found...
Página 71 - Then I can smile at satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all...
Página 24 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Página 74 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth — and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice. 2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praises to th
Página 34 - 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 ; 4 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.