The Christian Lyre: A Collection of Hymns and Tunes Adapted for Social Worship, Prayer Meetings, and Revivals of Religion, Volúmenes1-2

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Jonathan Leavitt, 1833 - 532 páginas

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Página 23 - Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand : From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though every prospect pleases, . And only man is vile...
Página 123 - HOW firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! What more can he say than to you he hath said, You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled...
Página 23 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Página 9 - Thy servant, Lord, prepare A strict account to give. 4 Help me to watch and pray, And on Thyself rely, Assured, if I my trust betray, I shall for ever die.
Página 135 - I WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
Página 84 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee ! Take, my soul, thy full salvation ! Rise o'er sin and fear and care ; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee, What a Father's smile is thine, What a Saviour died to win thee ; Child of heaven, should'st thou repine?
Página 57 - Where is the blessedness I knew, When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Página 174 - His name yields the richest perfume, And sweeter than music his voice ; His presence disperses my gloom, And makes all within me rejoice : I should, were he always thus nigh, Have nothing to wish or to fear, No mortal so happy as I, My summer would last all the year.
Página 115 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite ! Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Página 102 - I'm constrained to be ! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee : Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it ; Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, oh take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above.

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