Psalms and Hymns and Spiritual Songs: Compiled for the Use of Universalist Churches, Associations, and Social Meetings

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Williamson & Cantwell, 1870 - Hymns, English - 191 pages

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Page 64 - 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.
Page 88 - WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, •'*• And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...
Page 66 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name.
Page 103 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Page 128 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all! 72 " " 853 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Page 164 - 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.
Page 104 - Come, Thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing Thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.
Page 92 - Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things Toward heaven, thy native place: Sun and moon and stars decay ; Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.
Page 90 - Return, O Holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made Thee mourn, And drove Thee from my breast.
Page 47 - I sing the wisdom that ordained The sun to rule the day ; The moon shines full at his command, And all the stars obey.

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