Hymns, written and adapted to the weekly Church service of the year [ed. by A. Heber]. |
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... And when the toils of life are done , And Nature waits Thy dread decree , To find our rest beneath Thy throne , And look , in humble hope , to Thee . INNOCENTS ' DAY R. H. Он weep not o'er thy 15 St John the Evangelist's.
... And when the toils of life are done , And Nature waits Thy dread decree , To find our rest beneath Thy throne , And look , in humble hope , to Thee . INNOCENTS ' DAY R. H. Он weep not o'er thy 15 St John the Evangelist's.
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... weep not o'er thy children's tomb , Oh Rachel , weep not so ! The bud is cropt by martyrdom , The flower in heaven shall blow ! Firstlings of faith ! the murderer's knife Has miss'd its deadliest aim : The God for whom they gave their ...
... weep not o'er thy children's tomb , Oh Rachel , weep not so ! The bud is cropt by martyrdom , The flower in heaven shall blow ! Firstlings of faith ! the murderer's knife Has miss'd its deadliest aim : The God for whom they gave their ...
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... weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! we know Thee now ; Son of Man ! ' tis Thou , ' tis Thou ! Bound upon th ' accursed tree , Dread and aweful , who is He ? By the prayer for them that slew , " Lord ! they know not what ...
... weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep ; Crucified ! we know Thee now ; Son of Man ! ' tis Thou , ' tis Thou ! Bound upon th ' accursed tree , Dread and aweful , who is He ? By the prayer for them that slew , " Lord ! they know not what ...
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... weeping eye Behold the Saviour's cross on high , And every sin and folly fly ! So may we join the song of love Which saints and angels sing above ; All honour , glory , praise to Thee , Which wert and art and art to be , The Lamb slain ...
... weeping eye Behold the Saviour's cross on high , And every sin and folly fly ! So may we join the song of love Which saints and angels sing above ; All honour , glory , praise to Thee , Which wert and art and art to be , The Lamb slain ...
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... weeping nigh , The dismal pageant of the dead , These , these are not thy victory ! But , from the much - loved world to part , Our lust untamed , our spirit high , All nature struggling at the heart , Which , dying , feels it dare not ...
... weeping nigh , The dismal pageant of the dead , These , these are not thy victory ! But , from the much - loved world to part , Our lust untamed , our spirit high , All nature struggling at the heart , Which , dying , feels it dare not ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore ADVENT SUNDAY Almighty behold beneath BISHOP OF CALCUTTA Bound upon th bow'd Christ darkness dead Death Didst doth dreadful earth Eternal faith fear feeble feet FIFTH SUNDAY FOURTH SUNDAY glory Gracious grave grown old Hallelujah hath hear and save heart heavenly Hell holy Hosanna host hour HYMN Jerusalem Jesus joy in Heaven judgement King let Thy light live majesty MICHAELMAS DAY mild mortal Nature's night o'er Oh help Oh mercy OH Saviour pain peace pomp praise prayer R. H. OH Redeemer REGINALD HEBER reign ride saints SECOND SUNDAY seek Thy sing sinners sins Son of God sorrow soul spirit stars STEPHEN'S DAY SUNDAY AFTER EASTER SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY SUNDAY IN LENT sweet tears THIRD SUNDAY Thou hast Thy grace Thy mercy Thy servants Thy throne Thyself tis Thou tomb trembling weep wings world is grown
Pasajes populares
Página 19 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid...
Página 13 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Página 21 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Página 119 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy.
Página 123 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Página 63 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will.
Página 123 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Página 129 - Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite...
Página 63 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 37 - That day of wrath, .that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay ? How shall he meet that dreadful day ? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll ; When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! Oh ! on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away ! HUSH'D is the harp — the Minstrel...