Heaven in Song: Comprising the Gems of All Ages on the Better Land

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Sheldon, 1874 - 742 من الصفحات

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الصفحة 440 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings^ Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay ; Time shall soon this earth remove : Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above.
الصفحة 245 - GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ! He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode : On the Rock of Ages founded — What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
الصفحة 428 - Where loyal hearts and true Stand ever in the light, All rapture through and through, In God's most holy sight.
الصفحة 336 - No sooner had the Almighty ceased, but all The multitude of angels, with a shout Loud as from numbers without number, sweet As from blest voices, uttering joy...
الصفحة 124 - Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.
الصفحة 646 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not, if I might: Choose Thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright.
الصفحة 140 - He by Himself hath sworn, I on His oath depend ; I shall, on eagles' wings up-borne, To heaven ascend : I shall behold His face, I shall His power adore, And sing the wonders of His grace For evermore.
الصفحة 325 - And they sing the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and marvellous are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints.
الصفحة xvii - HEAR what God, the Lord, hath spoken : O my people, faint and few, Comfortless, afflicted, broken, Fair abodes I build for you : Scenes of heartfelt tribulation Shall no more perplex your ways ; You shall name your walls salvation, And your gates shall all be praise.
الصفحة 285 - There's one with ringlets of sunny gold, And eyes, the reflection of heaven's own blue; He crossed in the twilight gray and cold, And the pale mist hid him from mortal view. We saw not the angels who met him there; The gates of the city we could not see: Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me!

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