English Hymns: Their Authors and History

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Funk & Wagnalls, 1886 - 675 páginas
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OCLC Number: 1161731
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Musicians, English.
Church music -- England.
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Página 667 - It came even to pass, as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the Lord...
Página 608 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my heacl, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Página 218 - Tis hard to part when friends are dear— • Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Página 585 - O ! glorious hour ! O ! blest abode ! I shall be near, and like my God ! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul.
Página 542 - THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.
Página 447 - O GOD, from whom all holy desires, all good counsels, and all just works do proceed ; Give unto thy servants that peace which the world cannot give : that both our hearts may be set to obey thy commandments...
Página 504 - Lord, make me to know mine end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.
Página 488 - Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Stand in His strength alone; The arm of flesh will fail you, Ye dare not trust your own. Put on the gospel armor, Each piece put on with prayer; Where duty calls, or danger, Be never wanting there.
Página 587 - See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love, so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Página 163 - Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ;' That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

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