Good-will Songs: A Compilation of Hymns and Tunes : Original, Selected and Arranged for Praise and Prayer Meetings and Stated Church Service

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Universalist Publishing House, 1892 - 157 páginas
 

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Página 6 - When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me: Lo! it glows with peace and joy.
Página 18 - The heavens declare thy glory, Lord ! In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines.
Página 95 - Watchman, tell us of the night : Higher yet that star ascends. Traveller, blessedness and light, Peace and truth, its course portends. Watchman, will its beams alone Gild the spot that gave them birth ? Traveller, ages are its own : See ! it bursts o'er all the earth.
Página 44 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me. Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away : Change and decay in all around I see ; 0 Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
Página 12 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me, on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Página 125 - Holy, Holy, Holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art Holy : there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, Holy, Holy ! Lord God Almighty...
Página 115 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might ; Choose Thou for me, my God ; So shall I walk aright.
Página 44 - Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
Página 15 - Hark ! from the midnight hills around, A voice, of more than mortal sound, In distant hallelujahs stole, Wild murmuring o'er the raptured soul.
Página 102 - What thou shalt today provide, Let me as a child receive ; What tomorrow may betide, Calmly to thy wisdom leave : 'Tis enough that thou wilt care ; Why should I the burden bear...

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