Songs: Sacred and DevotionalJoseph Edwards Carpenter |
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... Look Up , 65 Look Round , 96 Longing to be with Christ , L. Booth , 356 Lord of the Harvest , 337 Lord of the Harvest , · Lord ! unto Thee we Cry , Lord ! who shall bear that Day ? Man Honoured above Angels ,. Magdalen's Hymn during the ...
... Look Up , 65 Look Round , 96 Longing to be with Christ , L. Booth , 356 Lord of the Harvest , 337 Lord of the Harvest , · Lord ! unto Thee we Cry , Lord ! who shall bear that Day ? Man Honoured above Angels ,. Magdalen's Hymn during the ...
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... Look to Thee , Weep , Children of Israel , Weeping Mary What are the Wild Waves Saying ? Where are the Plains of Zion ? Where is your Dwelling , ye Sainted ? What shall I render ? PUBLISHERS . PAGE 227 Novello , 330 Novello , IO Addison ...
... Look to Thee , Weep , Children of Israel , Weeping Mary What are the Wild Waves Saying ? Where are the Plains of Zion ? Where is your Dwelling , ye Sainted ? What shall I render ? PUBLISHERS . PAGE 227 Novello , 330 Novello , IO Addison ...
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... look up to the Father above , With petitions for pardon or pleading for love ? Shall we dare , while we pant for revenge on another , To ask from a God yet deny to a brother ? Death's Final Conquest . JAMES SHIRLEY . - Music by.
... look up to the Father above , With petitions for pardon or pleading for love ? Shall we dare , while we pant for revenge on another , To ask from a God yet deny to a brother ? Death's Final Conquest . JAMES SHIRLEY . - Music by.
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... look of rapture faded , And the beautiful smile was faint , As that , in some convent picture , On the face of a dying saint . And we felt in the lonesome midnight , As we sat by the silent dead , What a light on the path going downward ...
... look of rapture faded , And the beautiful smile was faint , As that , in some convent picture , On the face of a dying saint . And we felt in the lonesome midnight , As we sat by the silent dead , What a light on the path going downward ...
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... look in death No more may fear to die . Angel of Charity . T. MOORE . Air , Handel . ANGEL of Charity , who , from above , Comest to dwell a pilgrim here , Thy voice is music , thy smile is love , And Pity's soul is in thy tear . 47 ...
... look in death No more may fear to die . Angel of Charity . T. MOORE . Air , Handel . ANGEL of Charity , who , from above , Comest to dwell a pilgrim here , Thy voice is music , thy smile is love , And Pity's soul is in thy tear . 47 ...
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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.