The National Choir: Being a Collection of Anthems, Set Pieces, Duetts, Trios and Choruses, Adapted to the Purposes of Public Worship and the Use of SchoolsMoore & Wheet, 1834 - 198 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 28
... Wake , all ye soaring throng and sing , Ye cheerful warblers of the spring , Melodious anthems raise ! To him who shap'd your finer mould , Who tipp'd your glittering wings with gold , And tun'd your voice to praise . with halle F ' d ...
... Wake , all ye soaring throng and sing , Ye cheerful warblers of the spring , Melodious anthems raise ! To him who shap'd your finer mould , Who tipp'd your glittering wings with gold , And tun'd your voice to praise . with halle F ' d ...
الصفحة 42
... wakes the dead ? Oh ! on that day , that wrathful day , When man to judgment wakes from clay , Be # e Ө e ba # Թ e d O # earth or dain'd to stay , Guide our foot. 42 That day of wrath . [ Continued . )
... wakes the dead ? Oh ! on that day , that wrathful day , When man to judgment wakes from clay , Be # e Ө e ba # Թ e d O # earth or dain'd to stay , Guide our foot. 42 That day of wrath . [ Continued . )
الصفحة 48
... Wake a loud er , loud er strain , Wake a loud - Ꮎ e b Ө e -b - C Vital spark of heav'nly. # 4 . e 48 Grateful notes . [ Continued . ] # ...
... Wake a loud er , loud er strain , Wake a loud - Ꮎ e b Ө e -b - C Vital spark of heav'nly. # 4 . e 48 Grateful notes . [ Continued . ] # ...
الصفحة 70
... Wake in - to # 2 # 4 And And And # # sweep the sounding lyre . a sadly pleasing. Descend ye Nine . Holden . ye Nine , de scend and sing , The breath ments in spire , Wake Wake voice each si lent string , And sweep the sounding lyre , Let ...
... Wake in - to # 2 # 4 And And And # # sweep the sounding lyre . a sadly pleasing. Descend ye Nine . Holden . ye Nine , de scend and sing , The breath ments in spire , Wake Wake voice each si lent string , And sweep the sounding lyre , Let ...
الصفحة 82
... lilly of the valley ; I am the rose of Sharon , and the lilly of the valley ; A ## # As the lilly a- mong the thorns , so is my love a As the apple - tree , the apple - tree among the 2 : # # I am the rose of Sharon . wake my love. 82.
... lilly of the valley ; I am the rose of Sharon , and the lilly of the valley ; A ## # As the lilly a- mong the thorns , so is my love a As the apple - tree , the apple - tree among the 2 : # # I am the rose of Sharon . wake my love. 82.
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Adagio banqueting house bless the vine CHORUS comfort ye comfortably unto Jerusalem courts with sound daugh daughters fair DUET echo fair as polished fare fill thy courts flee friends fruitful plants gels say glo ry going a long grace combine hailstones for rain hallelujah hallelujah's voice Hark haste hear my prayer joice joyful joys are worth King he sits King of glory let us sing Lord of hosts lujah lute and strike mourn National choir never to return pany pillows twine polished stones Praise ye preachers rise roll round rose of Sharon round her pillows saith my Lord shout unto Sing unto sins are pardoned SOLO souls rejoice sound ing praise sound the lute speak comfortably unto strains strike the harp ters fair thee Thou throne TRIO unto the Lord vaster hopes persuade Wake worth thy stay ye the Lord هـ ㅇㅇ
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 83 - As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
الصفحة 63 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy.
الصفحة 26 - O come, let us worship and fall down, and kneel before the Lord our Maker. For he is the Lord our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
الصفحة 54 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
الصفحة 84 - He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples : For I am sick of love.
الصفحة 55 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! 0 Grave ! where is thy victory ? 0 Death! where is thy sting?
الصفحة 26 - In His hand are all the corners of the Earth; and the strength of the hills is His also.
الصفحة 135 - Along thy sunset skies, Their glories melt in shade ; And like the things we fondly prize, Seem lovelier as they fade. A deep and crimson streak Thy dying leaves disclose ; As, on Consumption's waning cheek, 'Mid ruin blooms the rose.
الصفحة 141 - COME, let us anew Our journey pursue — Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear ; His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.
الصفحة 136 - Thy scene each vision brings Of beauty in decay; Of fair and early faded things, Too exquisite to stay ;— Of joys that come no more ; Of flowers whose bloom is fled ; Of farewells wept upon the shore ; Of friends estranged or dead ; — Of all that now may seem, To Memory's tearful eye, The vanished beauty of a dream, O'er which we gaze and sigh.