Franklin Square Song Collection: Songs and Hymns for Schools and Homes, Nursery and Fireside, Volume 4

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Harper, 1887 - Hymns, English
 

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Page 99 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Page 171 - Till then I would thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath; And may the music of thy name Refresh my soul in death.
Page 97 - Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness he requireth, Is to feel your need of him ; This he gives you ; 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Page 19 - When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply; The flame shall not hurt thee; I only design Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine.
Page 79 - Yet one o'er all the earth, Her charter of salvation One Lord, one Faith, one Birth ; One Holy Name she blesses. Partakes one holy food, And to one hope she presses, With every grace endued. 3 Though with a scornful wonder Men see her sore opprest, By schisms rent asunder, By heresies distrest ; Yet saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up,
Page 19 - The soul that on Jesus hath leaned for repose, I will not, I will not desert to his foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no, never, no, never forsake,
Page 2 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 79 - Mid toil and tribulation, And tumult of her war. She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore ; Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest, And the great Church victorious Shall be the Church at rest.
Page 159 - Just as I am (Thy love unknown Has broken every barrier down), Now to be Thine, yea, Thine alone, O Lamb of God, I come...
Page 71 - Then, with my waking thoughts Bright with Thy praise. Out of my stony griefs. Bethel I'll raise So by my woes to be Nearer, my God, to Thee. Nearer to Thee ! Or if, on joyful wing.

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