Hymns, Their Writers, and Their Influence

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OCLC Number: 7026944
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Hymn writers.
Hymns, English -- History and criticism.
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Page 314 - T'HERE is a happy land, *• Far, far away, Where saints in glory stand, Bright, bright as day.
Page 120 - Return, O holy Dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the sins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast.
Page 258 - THE PSALMS OF DAVID IMITATED IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE NEW TESTAMENT, AND APPLIED TO THE CHRISTIAN STATE AND WORSHIP, BY I.
Page 110 - Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end.
Page 362 - Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure ; May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure.
Page 59 - 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 58 - ... Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.
Page 60 - Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand, Secure, insensible ; A point of time, a moment's space, Removes me to that heavenly place, Or shuts me up in hell.
Page 221 - Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, Ye ransomed from the fall — Hail him who saves you by his grace, And crown him Lord of all. 4 Ye Gentile sinners, ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ? Go spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 344 - Before thy feet with them to bow, Though vilest of them all ; But, can I bear the piercing thought, What if my name should be left out, When thou for them shalt call?

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