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... Heart's Home , 15 The Heart's Longing , 172 The Home of Rest , Novello , 353 The Holy Trinity , Novello , 327 The Hope Beyond the Grave , S. Clarke , 213 The Humble State , 281 The Incarnation of Christ , Murray , 35 The Kingliest Kings ...
... Heart's Home , 15 The Heart's Longing , 172 The Home of Rest , Novello , 353 The Holy Trinity , Novello , 327 The Hope Beyond the Grave , S. Clarke , 213 The Humble State , 281 The Incarnation of Christ , Murray , 35 The Kingliest Kings ...
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... heart and voice opprest . I know not , oh ! I know not What joys await us there ; What radiancy of glory , What bliss beyond compare . They stand , those halls of Sion , All jubilant with song , And bright with many an angel , And all ...
... heart and voice opprest . I know not , oh ! I know not What joys await us there ; What radiancy of glory , What bliss beyond compare . They stand , those halls of Sion , All jubilant with song , And bright with many an angel , And all ...
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... heart , -alas ! that there decay Should claim from love a part , - " Passing away ! " Friends - friends ! oh , shall we meet in a land of purer day , Where lovely things and sweet pass not away ? Shall we know each other's eyes , and ...
... heart , -alas ! that there decay Should claim from love a part , - " Passing away ! " Friends - friends ! oh , shall we meet in a land of purer day , Where lovely things and sweet pass not away ? Shall we know each other's eyes , and ...
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... what boon he brings us , What charm for ailing hearts he can reveal , Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us— " Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal . " The Heart's Home . 15 The Heart's Home . F. 14 Sacred Songs .
... what boon he brings us , What charm for ailing hearts he can reveal , Sweet as that heavenly promise Hope sings us— " Earth has no sorrow that God cannot heal . " The Heart's Home . 15 The Heart's Home . F. 14 Sacred Songs .
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Joseph Edwards Carpenter. The Heart's Home . 15 The Heart's Home . F. W. FABER . HARK ! hark ! my soul , angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave - beat shore ! How sweet the truth those blessed strains are ...
Joseph Edwards Carpenter. The Heart's Home . 15 The Heart's Home . F. W. FABER . HARK ! hark ! my soul , angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wave - beat shore ! How sweet the truth those blessed strains are ...
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abide adore Alleluia angels ANNA BLACKWELL bear beneath blessings blest breast breath bright calm CHARLES WESLEY CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT child Christ clouds dark dead dear death divine doth dwell dying earth ELIZA COOK eternal evermore eyes faith Father fear flowers Friend glad glorious grave grief Hallelujah hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY FRANCIS LYTE Holy hope Hosanna hour Hymn J. E. CARPENTER.-Music Jesus JOHN JOHN KEBLE JOHN NEWTON King light live look Lord mercy MOORE.-Air morning ne'er night o'er pass'd peace pray prayer pure rest rise sacred saints Saviour shine sing sinners skies sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul Spirit star star of Bethlehem Stephen Glover storm sweet baby tears Thee Thine Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love Thy Name unto voice weary weep WILLIAM COWPER wind wings word
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Page 263 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Page xviii - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Page ix - And with them the Being Beauteous Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven. With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 306 - Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise or fear to fall : Lord of himself, though not of lands, And, having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 143 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.
Page 172 - 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 259 - People and realms, of every tongue, Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name.
Page 324 - 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.
Page 102 - God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven — Those hues, that make the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord ! are thine.
Page 230 - I'd be Nearer my God to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.