Hymns and AnthemsC. Fox, 1845 - 107ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... holy , and the happy , And the gloriously free ! Who blesseth her is blessed ! So peace be in her walls ; And joy in all her palaces , Her cottages , and halls . XV . O GIVE thanks unto the Lord , For he is gracious , And his mercy ...
... holy , and the happy , And the gloriously free ! Who blesseth her is blessed ! So peace be in her walls ; And joy in all her palaces , Her cottages , and halls . XV . O GIVE thanks unto the Lord , For he is gracious , And his mercy ...
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... holy heartfelt hour , In man his better soul hath power . The passions are at peace within , And still each stormy thought of sin- The yielding bosom , overawed , Breathes love to man and love ... HOLY , holy , holy Lord God of Hosts ! XXI .
... holy heartfelt hour , In man his better soul hath power . The passions are at peace within , And still each stormy thought of sin- The yielding bosom , overawed , Breathes love to man and love ... HOLY , holy , holy Lord God of Hosts ! XXI .
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William Johnson Fox. HOLY , holy , holy Lord God of Hosts ! God Almighty ! Who wast , and who art , and art to come ! XXIV . MIGHTY God ! while angels bless thee , May an infant lisp thy name ! Lord of men , as well as angels , Thou art ...
William Johnson Fox. HOLY , holy , holy Lord God of Hosts ! God Almighty ! Who wast , and who art , and art to come ! XXIV . MIGHTY God ! while angels bless thee , May an infant lisp thy name ! Lord of men , as well as angels , Thou art ...
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... holy throne , He sits in kingly state ; Let those who for his favour seek , In humble silence wait . True prayer is not the imposing sound That clamorous lips repeat ; But the deep silence of a soul That clasps Jehovah's feet . B ...
... holy throne , He sits in kingly state ; Let those who for his favour seek , In humble silence wait . True prayer is not the imposing sound That clamorous lips repeat ; But the deep silence of a soul That clasps Jehovah's feet . B ...
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... holy music on the ear . O'er all the transient things of time The oblivious foot of years hath trod ; But all that's sacred and sublime Stands stedfast as the truth of God . OUT of the depths Have I called unto thee , XXXVII .
... holy music on the ear . O'er all the transient things of time The oblivious foot of years hath trod ; But all that's sacred and sublime Stands stedfast as the truth of God . OUT of the depths Have I called unto thee , XXXVII .
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lx ÆäÀÌÁö - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
lxxv ÆäÀÌÁö - How happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
7 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 ; Whilst 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.
lxxii ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
xliii ÆäÀÌÁö - God before her moved, An awful guide, in smoke and flame. By day, along the astonished lands The cloudy pillar glided slow ; By night, Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow.
lxxxix ÆäÀÌÁö - Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee: E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee.
cxlv ÆäÀÌÁö - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
cxxxvi ÆäÀÌÁö - But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.
5 ÆäÀÌÁö - LET us, with a gladsome mind, Praise the Lord, for he is kind ; For his mercies aye endure, Ever faithful, ever sure.
liv ÆäÀÌÁö - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This, teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than Heaven pursue. What blessings Thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away; For God is paid when man receives, T