Christian Hymns for Public and Private Worship

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Crosby, Nichols,, 1853 - 530 pagina's

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Pagina 328 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Pagina 96 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Pagina 32 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Pagina 10 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create and he destroy. • 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made...
Pagina 137 - When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me ; Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.
Pagina 338 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore, 1 78.
Pagina 307 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Pagina 517 - Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame. Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear: — They shook the depths of the desert gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Pagina 161 - He shall come down, like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, joy, hope, like flowers. Spring in His path to birth ; Before Him, on the mountains, Shall Peace, the herald, go; And Righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow.
Pagina 527 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.

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