Psalms, hymns and spiritual songs, for use in the public services of the Church of Christ, compiled by J.R. Beard and J.C. Street

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John Relly Beard
1860
 

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OCLC Number: 31335410
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Hymns, English.
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Page 145 - 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.
Page 255 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 58 - Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and His word? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Page 5 - 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. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield.
Page 109 - When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive, and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me ; Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.
Page 298 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to GOD.
Page xx - O GOD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home...
Page 171 - AWAXK, our souls ! away, our fears ! Let every trembling thought be gone ; Awake, and run the heavenly race, And put a cheerful courage on ! 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint ; But they forget the mighty God, Who feeds the strength of every saint...
Page 309 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame He fell, but felt no fear.
Page 204 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.

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