The Essex Hall Hymn and Tune Book: A Collection of Music for the Sunday School, the Church, and the HomeJ. Westwood Tosh Sunday School Association, 1889 - 166 strán (strany) |
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Alphege angels better land bird so blithe bright cheer CHORUS cres d d d d jd d r Im d-d jd d.d d d.rm d'Id d'It dare earth eight lines f f f f m f f Praise ye F. W. TURNER f₁ fels d flowers Gauntlett gay bowers glory Hark hear heart heaven heavenly hymn Id d id f jd d KEY E KEY Eb KEY F KEY G Learn to labour light Lord love at home m₁ Melody mercy o'er r₁ rejoice s.fm S₁ sing Sir Arthur Sullivan Sir John Stainer song sorrow soul Sunday School t₁ thee there's love thou TUNE voice WESTWOOD TOSH اس
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Strana 11 - Sweet hour of prayer, sweet hour of prayer, That calls me from a world of care, And bids me at my Father's throne Make all my wants and wishes known : In seasons of distress and grief, My soul has often found relief, And oft escaped the tempter's snare, By thy return, sweet hour of prayer...
Strana 15 - Forgive, me, LORD, for Thy dear SON, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Strana 9 - For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophet-bards foretold, When with the ever-circling years Comes round the age of gold; When Peace shall over all the earth Its ancient splendors fling, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.
Strana 66 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear! Ah! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above!
Strana 15 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Strana 48 - Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be. Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Strana 30 - Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air; it shines in the light; It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain; And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Strana 23 - Not there ; not there, my child. Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy, Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, It is there ; it is there, my child.
Strana 5 - I THINK, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children, as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.
Strana 33 - Little deeds of kindness, Little words of love, Make our earth an Eden, Like the heaven above.