The Sabbath Hymn and Tune Book: For the Service of Song in the House of the Lord

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Lowell Mason, Edwards Amasa Park, Austin Phelps
Mason Brothers, 1859 - 480 páginas
 

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Página 96 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Página 324 - 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 291 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my. God; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Página 79 - 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 42 - SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near : Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
Página 405 - Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death ! and hell's Destruction! Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises I will ever...
Página 110 - To be exalted thus ;' 'Worthy the Lamb,' our lips reply,
Página 291 - 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 ? 4.
Página 324 - O Thou by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way, The path of prayer Thyself hast trod, Lord, teach us how to pray.
Página 49 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.

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