Social Hymn and Tune BookPresbyterian Publication Committee, 1865 - 510 من الصفحات |
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مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 117 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's Light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright." I looked to Jesus, and I found In Him my Star, my Sun ; And in that Light of life I'll walk Till travelling days are done ! H.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 297 - My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound, Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.
الصفحة 139 - 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 Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor, dying rate ! Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great ! 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all Thy quickening powers ! Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
الصفحة 253 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings^ Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay ; Time shall soon this earth remove : Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above.
الصفحة 287 - GIVE to the winds thy fears; Hope, and be undismayed ; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears : God shall lift up thy head.
الصفحة 27 - CHILDREN of the heavenly King ! As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2...
الصفحة 235 - I'm constrained to be ! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee : Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, O take and seal it ; Seal it from Thy courts above.