Hymns for the Christian Church: For the Use of the First Church of Christ in Boston

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Страница 71 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Страница 78 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Страница 280 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs: High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Страница 221 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with thee. 5 Soul, then know thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin and fear and care ; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within...
Страница 20 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. 2 The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Страница 267 - And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast : O, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word ; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, How deep thy counsels ! how divine ! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high ; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die ; Like grass they flourish, till thy breath Blast them in everlasting death.
Страница 135 - I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless; ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Страница 316 - Sow in the morn thy seed, At eve hold not thy hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broadcast it o'er the land...
Страница 142 - HEARD the voice of Jesus say Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast. I came to Jesus as I was, Weary and worn and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say Behold I freely give Th.e living water ; thirsty one. Stoop down and drink, and live.
Страница 99 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.

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