Portsmouth Sunday School Hymn Book: Compiled for the Use of the South Parish Sunday SchoolJ.W. Foster, 1840 - 165 pages |
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Portsmouth Sunday School Hymn Book: Compiled for the Use of the South Parish ... Andrew Preston Peabody Affichage du livre entier - 1840 |
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adore angels Arlington Ballerma Behold bids bless blest breast breath bright cheerful child Christ cloud crown dark day is gone death divine Dundee dwell earth Effingham eternal everlasting eyes Father fear fleeting day flower forgive forgiven Gerar give glad gloom glorious glory gone grace Greenville grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly Hebron holy Hosanna hour humble Hymn Jesus Lamb life's light live Lord Medfield mercy morning mortal never night o'er Olmutz path Peabody peace Peterboro PORTSMOUTH pray prayer reign rejoice remember repentant song rest rise Rockingham Sabbath saints Saviour SCRIPTURE SELECTIONS seek shine sing sins skies sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul speak spirit stars sweet tears thee thine thou art thought throne thy love thy name thy word tomb tongue unto Uxbridge voice wakeful eyes Watts weep wilt wisdom Woodstock Yarmouth youthful
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Page 180 - The dead in Christ shall first arise, At the last trumpet's sounding ; Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding ; No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Page 167 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood Should fright us from the shore.
Page 81 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Page 181 - 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 132 - 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 129 - It is finished" — hear him cry ; Learn of Jesus Christ to die. 4. Early hasten to the tomb, Where they laid His breathless clay ; All is solitude and gloom, — Who hath taken Him away ? Christ is risen ; He meets our eyes ; Saviour, teach us so to rise.
Page 169 - JERUSALEM, my happy home ! •'* Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labours have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee? 2 When shall these eyes thy heaven-built walls And pearly gates behold ? Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong, And streets of shining gold...
Page 183 - GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, 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.
Page 117 - Ashamed of Jesus! yes, I may When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain; And O may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.