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
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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 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!