Psalms, hymns and spiritual songs, for use in the public services of the Church of Christ, compiled by J.R. Beard and J.C. Street

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John Relly Beard
1860
 

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Página 145 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Página 255 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Página 58 - Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His word? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Página 5 - Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield.
Página 109 - 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 298 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to GOD.
Página xx - O GOD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home...
Página 171 - AWAXK, our souls ! away, our fears ! Let every trembling thought be gone ; Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on ! 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint ; But they forget the mighty God, Who feeds the strength of every saint...
Página 309 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Página 204 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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