The Hymns of Progress: Being a Compilation, Original and Select, of Hymns, Songs, and Readings, Designed to Meet a Part of the Progressive Wants of the Age in the Church, Grove, Hall, Lyceum and SchoolW. White, 1864 - 224 páginas |
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... darling , I , thy mother , Almost long to see thee die . Sleep , my darling ; thou art weary : God is good , but life is dreary . 2 I have seen thy beauty fading , And thy strength sink day by day , - Soon I know will want and fever ...
... darling , I , thy mother , Almost long to see thee die . Sleep , my darling ; thou art weary : God is good , but life is dreary . 2 I have seen thy beauty fading , And thy strength sink day by day , - Soon I know will want and fever ...
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... darling ; thou art weary : God is good , but life is dreary . 3 I am wasted , dear , with hunger , And my brain is sore oppressed ; I have scarcely strength to press thee , Wan and feeble , to my breast . Patience , baby , God will help ...
... darling ; thou art weary : God is good , but life is dreary . 3 I am wasted , dear , with hunger , And my brain is sore oppressed ; I have scarcely strength to press thee , Wan and feeble , to my breast . Patience , baby , God will help ...
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... darling , With her curls of golden hair Unimprisoned on her bosom , Floating o'er her shoulders bare . 3 One by one the bark they entered , And I saw it borne away O'er the waves upon the river , Lost amid the dashing spray . Next my ...
... darling , With her curls of golden hair Unimprisoned on her bosom , Floating o'er her shoulders bare . 3 One by one the bark they entered , And I saw it borne away O'er the waves upon the river , Lost amid the dashing spray . Next my ...
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... darling , And my dark - eyed sister too ; And my sister Cora whispered , We have come to visit you . ' 66 6 One by one they crossed the river , In a shallop light and frail ; But they all returned together In a bark with snowy sail ...
... darling , And my dark - eyed sister too ; And my sister Cora whispered , We have come to visit you . ' 66 6 One by one they crossed the river , In a shallop light and frail ; But they all returned together In a bark with snowy sail ...
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... darling the blessings of God . 6 Oh , soon may I see his form , All radiant with joy and love , No longer the food for the worm , Deathless and gorgeous above ; Look upward ; he beckons ! Yes , darling , I see , And o'er land and river ...
... darling the blessings of God . 6 Oh , soon may I see his form , All radiant with joy and love , No longer the food for the worm , Deathless and gorgeous above ; Look upward ; he beckons ! Yes , darling , I see , And o'er land and river ...
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The Hymns of Progress: Being a Compilation, Original and Select, of Hymns ... Levi K. Coonley Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
The Hymns of Progress: Being a Compilation, Original and Select, of Hymns ... Levi K. Coonley Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
The Hymns of Progress: Being a Compilation, Original and Select, of Hymns ... Levi K. Coonley Sin vista previa disponible - 2017 |
Términos y frases comunes
Angel-bird angels told beams beautiful Bingen blessed blest bliss breast breath bright brother brow Bucksport cheer CHORUS clime cold COMMON METRE Coonley dark darling darling Nelly Gray dear death divine doth dwell dying earth eternal evermore eyes fair father flowers forever gentle gentle Annie gloom glory God's going home golden Good-morning hand happy Hark hast hath hear heart heavenly holy hope hurrah HYMNS kiss land LEVI K life's light live lone Lord LOVED ANNABEL morning mortal mother mountains ne'er never night o'er peace poor prayer pure rest Rhine river roll Sacred Harp seraph shine shore sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star Star of Bethlehem star-spangled banner strife sweet tear Tell thee There's thine Thou art gone throne toil truth Tune voice wave weary weep whispered word Yankee doodle dandy
Pasajes populares
Página 27 - With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look ! how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Página 36 - 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.
Página 27 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys : Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys.
Página 14 - I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven,. 6 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day ! >7 A God the only Object of Worship.
Página 38 - Hark, hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem, But one alone the Saviour speaks; It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Página 124 - COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Página 130 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Página 57 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 57 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 71 - Thou canst not toil in vain — Cold, heat, and moist, and dry Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God is come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry " Harvest home ! " James Montgomery, I77i,-1854, HOME.