The Story of the Hymns and TunesAmerican tract society, 1906 - 564 pagine |
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Pagina iv
... 321 353 II . HYMNS OF WALES ,. 12. FIELD HYMNS ,. 378 409 13. HYMNS , FESTIVAL AND OCCASIONAL ,. 14. HYMNS OF HOPE AND CONSOLATION ,. INDEXES OF NAMES , TUNES , AND HYMNS ,. 458 509 543 PREFACE . When the lapse of time and accumulation of.
... 321 353 II . HYMNS OF WALES ,. 12. FIELD HYMNS ,. 378 409 13. HYMNS , FESTIVAL AND OCCASIONAL ,. 14. HYMNS OF HOPE AND CONSOLATION ,. INDEXES OF NAMES , TUNES , AND HYMNS ,. 458 509 543 PREFACE . When the lapse of time and accumulation of.
Pagina x
... hope and charity will be somewhere in its strain . Philosophy composes poems , but not hymns . " It is no love - symphony we hear when the lion thinkers roar , " some blunt writer has said . " The moles of Science have never found the ...
... hope and charity will be somewhere in its strain . Philosophy composes poems , but not hymns . " It is no love - symphony we hear when the lion thinkers roar , " some blunt writer has said . " The moles of Science have never found the ...
Pagina 38
... hope may grow . Mortality and immortality blend their charms in the next stanza . The unfailing beauty of the vision will be dwelt upon with delight so long as Christians sing on earth . The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets ...
... hope may grow . Mortality and immortality blend their charms in the next stanza . The unfailing beauty of the vision will be dwelt upon with delight so long as Christians sing on earth . The hill of Sion yields A thousand sacred sweets ...
Pagina 75
... hope for heaven thereby ; Nor yet because who love Thee not Must burn eternally . After recounting Christ's vicarious sufferings as the chief claim to His disciples ' unselfish love , the hymn continues , — Cur igitur non amem Te , O ...
... hope for heaven thereby ; Nor yet because who love Thee not Must burn eternally . After recounting Christ's vicarious sufferings as the chief claim to His disciples ' unselfish love , the hymn continues , — Cur igitur non amem Te , O ...
Pagina 76
... hope's true gage- And thus I take my pilgrimage . Blood must be my body's balmer , While my soul , like faithful palmer , Travelleth toward the land of heaven ; Other balm will not be given . Over the silver mountains Where spring the ...
... hope's true gage- And thus I take my pilgrimage . Blood must be my body's balmer , While my soul , like faithful palmer , Travelleth toward the land of heaven ; Other balm will not be given . Over the silver mountains Where spring the ...
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Adeste Fideles American angels anthems Baptist beautiful became blessed Bliss born Boston century Charles Wesley choir choral chorus Christ Christian church composed death devotion died divine doxology England English eternal faith father favorite glory Gospel Hymns grace Hallelujah harmony hear heart heaven heavenly Henry holy hymn and tune hymn-tune hymnals inspired Isaac Watts Jesus John John Mason Neale John of Damascus King land lines London Lord Louis Spohr Lowell Mason lyric meet melody Methodist missionary musician o'er pastor peace Philip Phillips poem poet popular praise prayer preaching Psalm psalmody published religious revival sacred sang Saviour sing singer song sorrow soul sound spirit stanza star-spangled banner story Sunday-school sung sweet Thee Thine Thomas Thomas Hastings Thou thought translation verse voice Watts Welsh Wesley Wesley's William words writer written wrote young
Brani popolari
Pagina 321 - The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore.
Pagina 348 - The tumult and the shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart, Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Pagina 96 - 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.
Pagina 323 - There shall be sung another golden age, The rise of empire and of arts, The good and great inspiring epic rage, The wisest heads and noblest hearts, Not such as Europe breeds in her decay, Such as she bred when fresh and young, When heavenly flame did animate her clay, By future poets shall be sung. Westward the course of empire takes its way; The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day : Time's noblest offspring is the last.
Pagina 49 - Holy, holy, holy! Though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity ! Holy, holy, holy, LORD GOD Almighty!
Pagina 243 - THOU art, O God ! the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Pagina 326 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed. Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls, As if that soul were fled. — So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts, that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more.
Pagina 224 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, " Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast !" I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live...
Pagina 20 - Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air; it shines in the light; It streams from the hills; it descends to the plain; And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Pagina 70 - GREAT God! what do I see and hear ? The end of things created! The Judge of mankind doth appear, On clouds of glory seated! The trumpet sounds, the graves restore The dead which they contained before;— Prepare, my soul, to meet Him!