Joy to the World: Or, Sacred Songs for Gospel MeetingsHitchcock and Walden, 1878 - 128 strán (strany) |
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ain countrie angels beautiful day believe blessed blest bliss bright bring CHORUS Christ cleanse Close to Thee Copyrighted 1879 cross crown him Lord dark dear died divine earth EDGAR PAGE Ere the sun eternal ev-er faith FANNY CROSBY Father fear feet flow follow thee forever fountain give glorious glory grace Harmonized by T. C. hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hour Je-sus Jesus of Nazareth Lamb land let me fly life's light live mercy seat never nigh night o'er Omit in Repeat peace praise pray prayer Redeemer Redeemer's reign rest Rock rolling salvation Savior shine shore sing sinners song sorrow soul Spirit Star of Bethlehem story sun goes sweet Sweetest SWENEY T. C. O'KANE tears tell There's There's a home thine thou art thro throne toil Trusting wait walk weary white as snow word Zion
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Strana 125 - Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers : Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.
Strana 123 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise, Out of my stony griefs Beth-El I'll raise; So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer to Thee!
Strana 110 - For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
Strana 111 - A CHARGE to keep I have A God to glorify, A never-dying soul to save, And fit it for the sky...
Strana 114 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole: Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Strana 3 - No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground : He comes, to make His blessings flow, Far as the curse is found.
Strana 63 - 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 99 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Strana 115 - Could my tears forever flow, Could my zeal no languor know, These for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and thou alone. In my hand no price I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling.
Strana 101 - JESUS, my All, to heaven is gone, He whom I fix my hopes upon; His track I see, and I'll pursue The narrow way till him I view. 2 The way the holy prophets went, The road that leads from banishment, The King's highway of holiness, I'll go for all his paths are peace.