Hymns for All Seasons

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Seeley, Jackson, and Halliday, 1861 - 194 Seiten
 

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Seite 143 - 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 65 - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
Seite 147 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Seite 55 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Seite 72 - I'LL praise my Maker while I've 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.
Seite 135 - SONGS of praise the angels sang; Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn. When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away : Songs of praise shall crown that day : God will make new heavens and earth ; Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
Seite 42 - 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.
Seite 78 - Thou, O 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.
Seite 147 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled Heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied Sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display ; And publishes, to every land, The work of an almighty hand.
Seite 51 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.

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