The American School Hymn BookCrosby, Nichols & Company, 1854 - 127ÆäÀÌÁö |
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48 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
184 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
56 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall, Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 3 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall; Go. spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
32 ÆäÀÌÁö - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy Name, give thanks, and sing To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - ill be the happiest time of all the glad New-year: To-morrow 'ill be of all the year the maddest merriest day, For I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite...
97 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless...
38 ÆäÀÌÁö - PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him. Praise him, angels in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before him ; Praise him, all ye stars of light.