Hymnal: According to the Use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America

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Pott, Young & Company, 1872 - Hymns - 491 pages
 

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Page 433 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
Page 389 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
Page 361 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. 3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high 4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Page 365 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy.
Page 43 - 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...
Page 220 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day ; Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.
Page 458 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me, on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Page 362 - The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; Without our aid He did us make ; We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
Page 305 - 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.
Page 454 - And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.

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