Social Hymn and Tune Book: For the Lecture Room, Prayer Meeting, Family Circle, and Mission Church

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Presbyterian Publication Committee, 1865 - 510 páginas
 

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Página 41 - 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 59 - 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 333 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice And cry,
Página 54 - 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. 2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.
Página 197 - Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve" my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do.
Página 439 - By which, supported still, we stand : The opening year thy mercy shows ; Let mercy crown it till it close. 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God ; By his incessant bounty fed, By his unerring counsel led. 3 With grateful hearts the past we own : The future, all to us unknown, We to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet.
Página 307 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4. ' There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest ; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Página 337 - 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...
Página 50 - Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith Appeared a shining throng Of angels, praising God, who thus Addressed their joyful song : • " All glory be to God on high, And to the earth be peace ! Good-will henceforth, from Heaven to men, Begin and never cease !
Página 249 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky...

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