The sacred harp, a book of devotional poetryGeorge Routledge and Sons., 1874 - 162 páginas |
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... once from pain and danger , Happy spirit set at large . Life's most bitter cup just tasting , Short thy passage to the tomb , O'er the barrier swiftly hasting To thine everlasting home . Death his victim still pursuing , Ever to his ...
... once from pain and danger , Happy spirit set at large . Life's most bitter cup just tasting , Short thy passage to the tomb , O'er the barrier swiftly hasting To thine everlasting home . Death his victim still pursuing , Ever to his ...
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... Once on the raging seas I rode , The storm was loud , the night was dark , The ocean yawn'd - and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark . Deep horrors then my vitals froze , Death - struck - I ceas'd the tide to stem ...
... Once on the raging seas I rode , The storm was loud , the night was dark , The ocean yawn'd - and rudely blow'd The wind that toss'd my found'ring bark . Deep horrors then my vitals froze , Death - struck - I ceas'd the tide to stem ...
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... Once , indeed , like us below , Pilgrims in this vale of tears , Torturing pain , and heavy woe , Gloomy doubts , distressing fears : These , alas ! full well they knew , Sad companions of their way ; Oft on them the tempest blew ...
... Once , indeed , like us below , Pilgrims in this vale of tears , Torturing pain , and heavy woe , Gloomy doubts , distressing fears : These , alas ! full well they knew , Sad companions of their way ; Oft on them the tempest blew ...
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... Once for favoured sinners slain , Thousand , thousand , saints attending , Swell the triumphs of His train ; Hallelujah ! Jesus now shall ever reign ! Every eye shall now behold Him , Clothed in awful 28 THE SACRED HARP . The Day of ...
... Once for favoured sinners slain , Thousand , thousand , saints attending , Swell the triumphs of His train ; Hallelujah ! Jesus now shall ever reign ! Every eye shall now behold Him , Clothed in awful 28 THE SACRED HARP . The Day of ...
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... once heaved , and for ever grew still . And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock ...
... once heaved , and for ever grew still . And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride ; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf , And cold as the spray of the rock ...
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Términos y frases comunes
angels ANON awful beam beauty behold beneath bless blest blood breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY cheer Christ clouds dark death deep divine dread dwell dying earth EDMESTON Emmanuel deigns eternal fair faith Father fear final doom flowers gloom glorious glory grace grave grief Hallelujah harp hast hath hear heart heath bells heaven heavenly heavens shall burn HENRY KIRKE WHITE holy hope hosannas hour HYMN immortal Jehovah Jesus King land life's light Lord lyre mercy morning mortal mountain mourn night o'er pain peace POLLOK praise prayer reign repose rest rise round Sabbath sacred saints Saviour seraphs shed shine sigh sing sinners skies sleep smile solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit star Star of Bethlehem Stars like dust storm stream sweet tears tempest Thee Thine Thou art throne Thy name tomb trembling Twas voice weary weep wings
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Página 100 - FRIEND after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 64 - 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.
Página 14 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Página 58 - With Amalek's ungracious progeny ; Or how the royal Bard did groaning lie Beneath the stroke of Heaven's avenging ire ; Or Job's pathetic plaint, and wailing cry ; Or rapt Isaiah's wild, seraphic fire ; Or other holy seers that tune the sacred lyre.
Página 24 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Página 32 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord...
Página 31 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Página 58 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !
Página 134 - Paraclete ! 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 64 - Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King.