The Lute of Zion: A Collection of Sacred Music Designed for the Use of the Methodist Episcopal Church : Consisting of a Choice of New Tunes from the Best Foreign and American Composers, with Most of the Old Tunes in Common Use, Together with a Concise Elementary Course, Simplified and Adapted to the Capacities of Beginners, &c. &c |
Common terms and phrases
A-men angels auld lang syne bless blest bove bright CHORUS Christ clef common chord Composed expressly Cres crown dark dear death dwell earth eyes fade farewell fear friends gentle glorious grace hail Hal-le Hallelujah happy Hark Harmonic form haste hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy HYMN Jesus King Lamb land Lentando lives Lord loud Lowell Mason lujah mercy mighty winds minor scale minor second Moderato mourn night notes o'er P. M. 4 lines peace praise QUARTETT reign Reign o'er rest rise round saints Savior scale Second inversion sharp shine sing sinners skies sleep smile Soli song soprano sorrow soul sound Spirited sung sweet swell thee thine thou art thro throne Thy glory thy name thy walls tion tomb tune voice Weep wings of mighty WOODBURY word Zion
Popular passages
Page 198 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till...
Page 275 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Page 30 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Page 261 - But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.
Page 39 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Page 193 - 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.
Page 80 - MY God, the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, ' The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights...
Page 96 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Page 39 - The soul, of origin divine, God's glorious image freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE!
Page 154 - ll praise him while he lends me breath! And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers ; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 'While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.