Selection for the Musica Sacra: Being the Words of the Set Pieces, &c. in that Collection of Music. Together with a Number of Other Hymns, from Various Authors, with References to Tunes Suitable for Each

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James Bogert, and, 1828 - 64 oldal
 

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31. oldal - Hark! They whisper: Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
8. oldal - 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.
22. oldal - 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. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield.
14. oldal - 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. Just and holy is Thy name; I am all unrighteousness; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
42. oldal - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
59. oldal - O make but trial of his love: Experience will decide^ How blest are they, and only they, Who in his truth confide.
6. oldal - ARM of the Lord, awake ! awake ! Put on Thy strength ! the nations shake ! And let the world adoring see Triumphs of mercy wrought by Thee. 2 Say to the heathen from Thy throne, I am Jehovah, God alone : Thy voice their idols shall confound, And cast their altars to the ground.
24. oldal - Rivers to the ocean run. Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun ; Both speed them to their source: So a soul that's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face; Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.
42. oldal - I'm fixed upon it, mount of Thy redeeming love. Here I raise my Ebenezer - hither by Thy help I'm come; and I hope by Thy good pleasure safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger wand'ring from the fold of God; He to rescue me from danger interposed His precious blood.
11. oldal - 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.

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