Hymns for the Hospital Chapel, Worcester: Selected from the Books in Common Use in the Churches in New England

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Mirick and Bartlett, 1837 - 68 páginas
 

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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 62 - Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.
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.
Página 7 - Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand ; So, when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land.

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