Church hymns, or, Hymns for the Sundays, festivals and other seasons of the ecclesiastical year, as observed in the Church of England, compiled by H. Stretton
F. & J. Rivington, 1850 - Hymns, English - 152 pages
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adore ages Almighty Angels Apostles appear beam bear Blessed Blest blood born bright bring Christ Christian Church compiler Cross crown dark dead death deep Divine doth dread dwell earth Easter endless Eternal EVENSONG everlasting evermore eyes face faith Father fear flesh gifts give given glorious glory God's grace Grant grave hand hath head healing hear hearts Heaven heavenly heavenly host Holy Ghost honour hope Hosanna hour Jesus King light live Lord lost MATTINS mighty minds Morning Name night o'er pain peace praise pray prayer Priest Psalms pure raise reign rise sacred Saint Saviour second hymn servants serve sight sing sinners songs souls Spirit stand Sunday after Trinity teach Thee Thine things Thou Thou hast thought Three throne tongue true truth voice waters
Page 104 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Page 7 - Glory to the new-born KINO. Amen Christmas. Hymn 48. (SECOND TuNE). X "Glory to GOD in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men." HARK I the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born KING, Peace on earth, and mercy mild, GOD and sinners reconciled.
Page 35 - Where high the Heavenly Temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The guardian of mankind appears.
Page 59 - But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts : Our frailties help, our vice control, Submit the senses to the soul ; And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.
Page 43 - PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope,. Or spark of glimmering day.
Page 37 - Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice.
Page 8 - Mild, He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die : Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Page 68 - His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. 3 Watch: 'tis your Lord's command, And while we speak, He's near ; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear.
Page 61 - WHEN God of old came down from Heaven, In power and wrath He came ; Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame. Around the trembling mountain's base The prostrate people lay ; A day of wrath, and not of grace ; A dim and dreadful day.
Page 130 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live : Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest thine own ark ; Amid the howling wintry sea, We are in port if we have thee.