The Sunday School Hymnary: A Twentieth Century Hymnal for Young People |
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Términos y frases comunes
angels bless bright bring child CHORUS Christ circa Composer's permission Copyright cres cross crown dark dear death earth eyes face faith fall Father fear feet fight Friend give glad glory grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour hymn Inserted by permission Jesus John keep kind King land lead light lines little children live look Lord March Master meet morning never night o'er pass peace permission praise pray prayer raise rest rise round Saviour seek shine sing sleep song soul Spirit stand star strength strong Sunday School sweet Tell thank Thee Thine things Thou Thou art throne true trust truth TUNE Unison unto voice watch
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Página 79 - Our vows, our prayers we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race. 3 Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide : Give us each day our daily bread. And raiment fit provide. 4 O spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And, at our Father's loved abode, Our souls arrive in peace.
Página 299 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 199 - 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 439 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Página 493 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name. 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns, The prisoner leaps to lose his chains ; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blessed.
Página 113 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ; In vain, with lavish kindness, The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Página 511 - Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring, To sanctify us while we sing.
Página 75 - Thou, who hast given me eyes to see And love this sight so fair, Give me a heart to find out Thee And read Thee everywhere.
Página 152 - 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.
Página 499 - Ashamed of Jesus, that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His name.