Gathered Jewels: A Collection of Sunday School Hymns and Tunes by a Selected Corps of Authors of Great Prominence : this Book Contains a Department of Christian Heart Songs, Especially Prepared for Young People's Praise Meetings, Followed by a Great Variety of the Grand Old Church Hymns, with Their Familiar Airs

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William Augustine Ogden
W.W. Whitney, 1886 - 200 Seiten
 

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Seite 6 - 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 6 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come...
Seite 8 - 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. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. 4...
Seite 8 - OH ! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, — A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Seite 9 - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one. Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
Seite 10 - In my hand no price I bring, Simply to thy cross I cling. 3 While I draw this fleeting breath. When mine eyelids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne, Rock of ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee . HYMN 140.
Seite 10 - Stand up, stand up for Jesus, Ye soldiers of the cross ; Lift high his royal banner, It must not suffer loss : From victory unto victory His army shall he lead, Till every foe is vanquished And Christ is Lord indeed. 2 Stand up, stand up for Jesus, The trumpet call obey ; Forth to the mighty conflict, In this his glorious day : "Ye that are men, now serve him," Against unnumbered foes ; Your courage rise with danger, And strength to strength oppose.

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