The national hymns and hymn-writers (of Great Britain) [ed.] by C. RogersCharles Rogers 1861 |
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adore Aikin angels behold BENJAMIN BEDDOME BERNARD BARTON blessed blest bliss born bosom breath bright Christ Church clime dark died divine doth dwell earthly Edinburgh EDWARD BICKERSTETH eternal falling leaf fear feet of poor flow foes glad glorious glory God's grace grief grieve Hail hath heart heaven heavenly HENRY ALFORD hope JAMES BEATTIE JOANNA BAILLIE JOHN AIKIN JOHN STUART BLACKIE JOSEPH ADDISON Judah's land life's light live Marischal College moments mountain mourn murmuring night o'er orphan child pain peace poems poor old Age Praise ye prayer reigneth rest RICHARD BAXTER rise Sabbath bells sacred saints Saviour shine sing sins smile song sorrow soul spirit star streams sweet tears thee Thine THOMAS AIRD THOMAS BLACKLOCK Thou that art Thy love Thy mercy truth University of Edinburgh Vacant Chair voice volume Wash the feet waves weary weeping wings
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4. oldal - HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord, How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide, Their help, omnipotence.
3. oldal - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord ! art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
3. oldal - 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 noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
49. oldal - Whether I die or live ; To love and serve thee is my share, And this thy grace must give.
32. oldal - Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days; Bounteous Source of every joy, Let thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of the field, For the stores the gardens yield, For the vine's exalted juice, For the gen'rous olive's use.
4. oldal - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening 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.
50. oldal - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you : For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew : Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall spring visit the mouldering urn ? O when shall it dawn on the night of the grave...
6. oldal - Ten thousand, thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
5. oldal - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.
5. oldal - I'll adore, And praise thee for thy mercies past, And humbly hope for more. My life, if thou preserv'st my life, Thy sacrifice shall be ; And death, if death must be my doom, Shall join my soul to thee.