The Silver Spray: A New and Choice Collection of Popular Sabbath-school Music, Consisting of Duets, Quartets, Chants, Choruses &c. Adapted for Anniversary Meetings, Sabbath-school and Temperance Celebrations, Home and Social Circle, Etc

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J. Church, jr., 1869 - 149 pagini

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Pagina 143 - 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.
Pagina 39 - Or if, on joyful wing, Cleaving the sky, Sun, moon, and stars forgot, Upward I fly, Still, all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee!
Pagina 142 - Sow in the morn thy seed ; At eve hold not thy hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no heed ; Broadcast it o'er the land...
Pagina 144 - O happy bond, that seals my vows To Him, who merits all my love! Let cheerful anthems fill His house, While to that, sacred shrine I move.
Pagina 142 - For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
Pagina 141 - 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.
Pagina 143 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Pagina 86 - Only waiting till the angels Open wide the mystic gate, At whose feet I long have lingered Weary, poor, and desolate. Even now I hear their footsteps, And their voices far away; If they call me, I am waiting, Only waiting to obey.
Pagina 145 - ... He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment seat : Oh ! be swift, my soul, to answer Him ! be jubilant, my feet ! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me : As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Pagina 124 - While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eye-lids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne ; Rock of ages! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee ! HYMN 14O.

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