Christian lyrics: chiefly selected from modern authors [by L. Massey].Hamilton, Adams, and Company, 1861 - 180 стор. |
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Christian Lyrics: Chiefly Selected from Modern Authors Lucy Fletcher Massey Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2008 |
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Abide angels bear beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath bright brooklet calm Christ cling to Thee clouds darkness dear death deep divine doth not leave dwell E'en earth earthly eternal evermore eyes faint fair city faith Father Father divine fear feel flowers gaze glad gleam glorious glory God's grace grief H. F. Lyte Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Hymn Lamb of God land Learn to labour life's live Look to Jesus Lord lowly morning Nearer to Thee night o'er pain peace pray prayer quiet rapture rest roadside station Rock of Ages round Saviour shadows fall shine sight silence sing sins skies sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit star strength strong to save sunshine sweet tears Thine things Thou hast thought throne Thy light Thy love to-day voice weary wings word worthless child
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Сторінка 125 - Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee! Nearer to Thee!
Сторінка 145 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Сторінка 91 - Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Сторінка 30 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away ; Change and decay in all around I see : 0 Thou that changest not, abide with me ! Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, But, as Thou dwell'st with Thy disciples, LORD, Familiar, condescending, patient, free, Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me...
Сторінка 76 - It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold : "Peace on the earth, goodwill to men, From heaven's all-gracious King!
Сторінка 77 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way, With painful steps and slow, — Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing!
Сторінка 64 - THY way, not mine, O Lord, However dark it be ! Lead me by Thine own hand, Choose out the path for me. Smooth let it be, or rough, It will be still the best ; Winding or straight, it leads Right onward to Thy rest.
Сторінка 32 - And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend Soon o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who from zone to zone Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my Steps aright.
Сторінка 186 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Сторінка 30 - 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.