Hymnologia Christiana, Or, Psalms and Hymns Selected and Arranged in the Order of the Christian Seasons

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Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts & Green, 1863 - Bible - 404 pages

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Hymns, English.
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Page 284 - 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.
Page 210 - If on our daily course our mind Be set to hallow all we find, New treasures still, of countless price, God will provide for sacrifice.
Page 26 - ANGELS, from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth ; Ye who sang creation's story, Now proclaim Messiah's birth : Come and worship, — Worship Christ, the new-born King.
Page 56 - Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God; he whose word cannot be broken formed thee for his own abode. On the Rock of ages founded, what can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
Page 299 - Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.
Page 210 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray — New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Page 136 - Just as I am, and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To Thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come...
Page 283 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 296 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ! Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, " To be exalted thus ; " " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Page 123 - And days are dark and friends are few, On him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.

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