Hymns of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America
S.F. Bradford, 1827 - 132 pages
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adore ages Almighty angels arise Behold bless bless'd bliss blood bright bring cease Christ cross darkness dead death divine dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flow give glorious glory grace gracious grave hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly Holy hope hour humble HYMN immortal Jesus join joyful keep King land light live Lord mercy mind morning mourn never night o'er once pain past path peace pow'r praise pray prayer raise reigns rest rise roll sacred safe saints salvation Saviour seek shine sing sinners sins skies song Songs of praise sorrow soul sound Spirit spread stand stay strength sweet tears thee thine things thou thoughts Three throne tongue truth turn voice wings
Page 115 - Hark! they whisper: angels say, "Sister spirit, come away!" What is this absorbs me quite, — Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath?
Page 126 - Lord, by thee. 2 Thou art the Truth, thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life, the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm, And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way...
Page 15 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Page 14 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 111 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast. The dearest idol I have known, Whate'er that idol be, Help me to tear it from thy throne And worship only thee.
Page 32 - Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind — "Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Page 94 - SONGS of praise the angels sang; Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn. When the Prince of Peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away : Songs of praise shall crown that day : God will make new heavens and earth ; Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
Page 39 - He shall come down like showers Upon the fruitful earth, And love, and joy, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him, on the mountains, Shall peace the herald go, And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
Page 128 - To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore ; Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore.
Page 108 - When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside: Death of death, and hell's destruction, Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises I will ever give to thee.