Hymns of the Ages...J.R. Osgood, 1877 |
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... . For thou hast heard , O God of right , The fighing of the hapless flave ; And ftretched for him the arm of might , Not fhortened that it could not save . The laborer fits beneath his vine , The fhackled soul In Time of War . 19.
... . For thou hast heard , O God of right , The fighing of the hapless flave ; And ftretched for him the arm of might , Not fhortened that it could not save . The laborer fits beneath his vine , The fhackled soul In Time of War . 19.
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... soul , though ftout and strong , Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong , Oppreffion's guilty night prolong , And freedom's morning bar ? The hour of triumph comes apace , The fated , promised hour , When earth upon a ransomed race Her ...
... soul , though ftout and strong , Shall dare bring back the ancient wrong , Oppreffion's guilty night prolong , And freedom's morning bar ? The hour of triumph comes apace , The fated , promised hour , When earth upon a ransomed race Her ...
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... and liberty , And overflowing praise . Mankind fhall be one brotherhood ; One human soul fhall fill the earth , And God fhall say , " The world is good As when I gave it birth . " O CHRIST THE WAY , THE TRUTH , AND THE 32 In Time of War .
... and liberty , And overflowing praise . Mankind fhall be one brotherhood ; One human soul fhall fill the earth , And God fhall say , " The world is good As when I gave it birth . " O CHRIST THE WAY , THE TRUTH , AND THE 32 In Time of War .
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... soul has been All glad and gay : Bid it awake , and look At grief to - day ! No fhade has come between Thee and the sun ; Like some long childish dream Thy life has run : But now the ftream has reached A dark , deep sea , And Sorrow ...
... soul has been All glad and gay : Bid it awake , and look At grief to - day ! No fhade has come between Thee and the sun ; Like some long childish dream Thy life has run : But now the ftream has reached A dark , deep sea , And Sorrow ...
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... soul to - day ! Miss A. A. Procter . " ONLY A YEAR . " NE year ago , a ringing voice , ONEA - A clear blue eye , And clustering curls of sunny hair , Too fair to die . Only a year , no voice , no smile , 38 Affliction .
... soul to - day ! Miss A. A. Procter . " ONLY A YEAR . " NE year ago , a ringing voice , ONEA - A clear blue eye , And clustering curls of sunny hair , Too fair to die . Only a year , no voice , no smile , 38 Affliction .
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Страница 55 - Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice ; I will guide you to your home ; Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 2 Thou, who houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste...
Страница 260 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who not in vain Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
Страница 170 - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Страница 290 - Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above...
Страница 118 - Grant us, dear Lord, from evil ways True absolution and release ; And bless us, more than in past days, With purity and inward peace. Through life's long day and death's dark night, 0 gentle Jesus, be our Light.