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

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Jonathan Leavitt, 1837 - 532 páginas
 

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OCLC Number: 1052013
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Hymns, English.
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Página 123 - 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.
Página 33 - CHILDREN of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in His works and ways. 2 We are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest ! You on Jesus...
Página 90 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. Soul, then know 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...
Página 47 - Great God, what do I see and hear ? The end of things created ! The Judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated. Beneath his cross I view the day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, And thus prepare to meet Him.
Página 25 - FROM 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.
Página 53 - Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears thy way ; Wait thou His time ; so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Página 17 - 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 25 - 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 137 - It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through : Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too : Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.
Página 89 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be. Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known; Yet how rich is my condition ! God and heaven are still my own.

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