The Golden Harp, Or, Camp-meeting Hymns, Old and Newauthor, 1857 - 159 pagina's |
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The Golden Harp; Or: Camp-meeting Hymns, Old and New. Set to Music George W. Henry Volledige weergave - 1856 |
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adieu angels army Babylon's fallen Bible bless blest bliss blood brethren bright brother Children of Zion Christ Christian cross crown dark dead dear death doth dying earth eternal faith fare ye father fear foes forever friends in glory give him glory glorious God's gone grace hallelujah happy hath hear heart heaven Heaven's my home heavenly hell holy Hugh Bourne HYMN Jesus JOHN STAMP King knights of Malta Lamb Lamb of God land of Canaan Let me go light look Lord Lot's wife manna meet our friends mercy mercy seat Mercy's free mountains never night o'er pilgrim poor praise pray prayer precious precious blood pure testimony round sail saints Saviour shore shout Sing glory sing Hosannah sinners sins smiles song soon sorrow spirit sweet tears tell thee There's thou throne trumpet tunes turn back unto victory weep ye saints
Populaire passages
Pagina 118 - Dear, dying Lamb, Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed Church of God Be saved to sin no more.
Pagina 53 - Thou art gone to the grave ; we no longer behold thee. Nor tread the rough paths of the world by thy side ; But the wide arms of mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Saviour hath died.
Pagina 103 - 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.
Pagina 88 - tis Jesus Holds the helm and guides the ship : Spread the sails, and catch the breezes Sent to waft us through the deep, To the regions Where the mourners cease to weep.
Pagina 17 - BROTHER, thou art gone before us, And thy saintly soul is flown Where tears are wiped from every eye, And sorrow is unknown ; From the burden of the flesh, And from care and fear released, Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest.
Pagina 28 - When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand.
Pagina 90 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2. There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads, — A place than all besides more sweet : It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
Pagina 41 - O lady fair, I have yet a gem which a purer lustre flings, Than the diamond flash of the jewelled crown on the lofty brow of kings ; A wonderful pearl of exceeding price, whose virtue shall not decay, Whose light shall be as a spell to thee and a blessing on thy way...
Pagina 98 - Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease ? While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...
Pagina 38 - THERE is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night ; There is an ear that never shuts, When sink the beams of light. 2 There is an arm that never tires, When human strength gives way ; There is a love that never fails, When earthly loves decay. 3...