The Wesleyan Sacred Harp: A Collection of Choice Tunes and Hymns for Prayer Class, and Camp Meetings, Choirs, and Congregational Singing

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J.P. Jewett, 1856 - 288 Seiten
 

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Seite 114 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Seite 129 - Before our father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers : Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.
Seite 19 - 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.
Seite 165 - Christ, art all I want, More than all in thee I find: Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind: Just and holy is thy name; I am all unrighteousness : False and full of sin I am ; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Seite 141 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 20 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Seite 107 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died"— they cry, "To be exalted thus :"— "Worthy the Lamb"— our lips reply,
Seite 187 - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Seite 87 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
Seite 145 - l1 praise him while he lends me 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.

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