A choice collection of hymns, and spiritual songs: designed for the devotions of Israel, in prayer, conference, and camp-meetins, also, a suitable pocket companion for Christians of every denomination, although not numbered among the regular tribes

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Atwood & Sanborn, 1832 - Music - 192 pages
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Page 175 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign...
Page 29 - As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find, As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind — Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise, All below is but a dream.
Page 179 - Welcome, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today, Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Page 72 - 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 105 - O, happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear ! O, happy men that pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; And happy they That love the way • To Zion's hill...
Page 83 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill ; For thou, O Lord ! art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Page 18 - 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...
Page 108 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Page 21 - Our life is a dream ; Our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay : The arrow is flown ; The moment is gone ; The millennial year Rushes on to our view, and eternity 's near.
Page 45 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.

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