Sacred Songs: Adapted to Social Religious Meetings, Sabbath Schools, and Family Worship

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A. Tompkins, 1843 - 108 strán (strany)
 

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Strana 71 - 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. 5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Strana 42 - Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall ; Hail him, who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all, 5 Let every kindred, every tribe, On this terrestrial ball.
Strana 10 - Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Strana 89 - Come, thou Incarnate Word! Gird on thy mighty sword, Our prayer attend. Come, and thy people bless, And give thy word success ; Spirit of holiness, On us descend. 3 Come, Holy Comforter! Thy sacred witness bear, In this glad hour. Thou, who almighty art, Now rule in every heart, And ne'er from us depart, Spirit of power.
Strana 89 - Thou, who didst come to bring, On Thy redeeming wing, Healing and sight ; Health to the sick in mind, Sight to the inly blind, O, now to all mankind Let there be light...
Strana 7 - In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Strana 19 - My God, permit me not to be A stranger to myself and thee; Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour go?
Strana 39 - T'HERE is a fountain filled with blood -*. Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.
Strana 59 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Strana 90 - Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men that pay Their constant service there ! They praise Thee still ; And happy they, that love the way To Sion's hill. 3 They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, Till each arrives at length, Till each in heaven appears...

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