A Selection of Psalms and Hymns for the Use of the Congregation of the Parish Church, Bromsgrove

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Maund and Palmer, 1852 - 146 oldal
 

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99. oldal - 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!
131. oldal - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
88. oldal - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim : Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the...
128. oldal - THOU art the Way :— to thee alone From sin and death we flee; And he who would the Father seek. Must seek him, Lord, by thee.
128. oldal - 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.
23. oldal - THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy ; The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.
145. oldal - O may my soul on Thee repose, And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close, Sleep, that may me more vigorous make To serve my God when I awake. When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest.
116. oldal - 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.
128. oldal - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.
131. oldal - 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.

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