A selection of hymns and poetry, compiled chiefly for the use of the Friends' Sabbath schools, Liverpool, 111 tomas1863 - 151 psl. |
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... sorrows flow . And did the Son of God most high Consent a man to be ? And did that blessed Saviour die Upon the cross for me ? And did my Saviour freely give His life for sinful men ? What did he die that we might live ? ' Oh , how he ...
... sorrows flow . And did the Son of God most high Consent a man to be ? And did that blessed Saviour die Upon the cross for me ? And did my Saviour freely give His life for sinful men ? What did he die that we might live ? ' Oh , how he ...
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... sorrow are seen : Oh ! well may'st thou cherish and comfort her now , For loving and kind hath she been ; Remember thy mother , for thee she will pray As long as God giveth her breath ; With accents of kindness , then cheer her lone way ...
... sorrow are seen : Oh ! well may'st thou cherish and comfort her now , For loving and kind hath she been ; Remember thy mother , for thee she will pray As long as God giveth her breath ; With accents of kindness , then cheer her lone way ...
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... Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom : For beyond the clouds , and beyond the tomb , ' Tis there ; ' tis there - my child . WHAT I LIVE FOR . I live for those who love me , For those I know ...
... Sorrow and death may not enter there ; Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom : For beyond the clouds , and beyond the tomb , ' Tis there ; ' tis there - my child . WHAT I LIVE FOR . I live for those who love me , For those I know ...
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... sorrows and my cares ; He from them all releases , He all my burdens bears . I rest my soul on Jesus , This weary soul of mine ; His right hand me embraces , I on His breast recline ; I love the name of Jesus , Immanuel , Christ , the ...
... sorrows and my cares ; He from them all releases , He all my burdens bears . I rest my soul on Jesus , This weary soul of mine ; His right hand me embraces , I on His breast recline ; I love the name of Jesus , Immanuel , Christ , the ...
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... sorrow stand Round me on every hand , Heaven is my fatherland , Heaven is my home . What though the tempest rage ? Heaven is my home . Short is my pilgrimage ; Heaven is my home . And time's wild wintry blast , Soon will be overpast , I ...
... sorrow stand Round me on every hand , Heaven is my fatherland , Heaven is my home . What though the tempest rage ? Heaven is my home . Short is my pilgrimage ; Heaven is my home . And time's wild wintry blast , Soon will be overpast , I ...
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angels Art Thou blest breath bright brother child Christ coral strand crystal spring dark dear death dwell earth eternal eyes Father fear flowers forgiven gentle give glorious glory God's gone grace grief hand happy happy land hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hosannas hour humble Jerusalem Jesus joyful kind to thy labour Lamb Lamb of God land life's light Little children live LIVERPOOL look Lord love Thee lowly meek mercy morning mortal may know mother neath never night o'er Onward peace poor praise pray prayer rest rise Rock of ages Sabbath SABBATH SCHOOL Saviour seek shining sing sinners sins skies smile song sorrow soul spirit star star of Bethlehem Suffer the children sweet taught teach tears tell There's Thine things Thou art thou may'st thought throne tree trust truth Twas Twill unto voice weary wisdom word worship
Populiarios ištraukos
27 psl. - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
58 psl. - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be ? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
50 psl. - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
96 psl. - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
14 psl. - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
59 psl. - And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply,
51 psl. - Not there, not there, my child! Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, . And the date grows ripe under sunny skies ? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas, Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings, Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there, not there, my child!
57 psl. - SIMPLE child That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little cottage girl : She was eight years old, she said ; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodland air, And she was wildly clad; Her eyes were fair, and very fair; — Her beauty made me glad. " Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be? " " How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me.
144 psl. - It was my guide, my light, my all ; It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And, through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
86 psl. - If thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize — it ne'er was mine ; I only yield thee what is thine —