Songs for the Chapel: Arranged for Male Voices, for Use in Colleges, Academies, Schools and Societies

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Ambrose White Vernon, Charles Henry Morse
Charles Scribner's Sons, 1909 - 450 páginas
 

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Página 210 - 2 Not the labors of my hands Can fulfil the law's demands; Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears forever flow, All for sin could not atone: Thou must save, and Thou alone! 3 Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to Thy cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Página 215 - Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to Thy fountain fly : Wash me, Saviour, or I die! 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment-throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee! 1
Página 147 - spread the truth from pole to pole. 3 What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found,— In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing as they shine: "The hand that
Página 211 - Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to Thy fountain fly: "Wash me, Saviour, or I die! 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment-throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee. *.*. AUGUSTUS M.
Página 213 - Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to Thy fountain fly: Wash me, Saviour, or I die! 4 While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eyelids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on Thy judgment throne, Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let
Página 181 - 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to His fold again. 3 We are His people ; we His care ; Our souls, and all our mortal frame; What lasting honors shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to Thy name? THE
Página 202 - His blood. 3 See, from. His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down: Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small, Love so amazing, so
Página 37 - men. 2 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. -*• .a
Página 291 - 1 2 My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills: My heart with rapture thrills Like that above. 3 Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees Sweet freedom's song:
Página 181 - 4 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command ; Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move. ISAAC WATTS,

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