Taylors̓ Sacred Minstrel: Or American Church Music Book : a New Collection of Psalm and Hymn Tunes Adapted to the Various Metres Now in Use ...

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Virgil Corydon Taylor
J. H. Mather, 1847 - 379 من الصفحات
 

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الصفحة 266 - Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail; Thy mercies how tender! how firm to the end! Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!
الصفحة 266 - O sing of His grace, Whose robe is the light, whose canopy space , His chariots of wrath the deep thunder-clouds form. And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
الصفحة 163 - To guide our souls to heaven. 2 It sweetly cheers our drooping hearts, In this dark vale of tears ; Life, light, and joy it still imparts, And quells our rising fears. 3 This lamp, through all the tedious night Of life, shall guide our way, Till we behold the clearer light Of an eternal day.
الصفحة 48 - MY dear Redeemer, and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was thy truth — and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love — and meekness so divine, I would transcribe, and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of thy prayer : The desert thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and thy victory too. 4 Be thou my pattern — make me bear More of thy gracious image here ; Then...
الصفحة 225 - I have long withstood his grace; Long provoked him to his face ; Would not hearken to his calls; Grieved him by a thousand falls.
الصفحة 269 - Bury the dead; — and weep In stillness o'er the loss; Bury the dead ;— in Christ they sleep Who bore on earth His cross, And from the grave their dust shall rise In His own image to the skies.
الصفحة 259 - Our hearts will ne'er repose, Safe from each blast that blows, In this dark vale of woes, Never — no, never ! 2 When shall love freely flow Pure as life's river?
الصفحة 36 - ... assembly worship thee ! At once they sing, at once they pray, They hear of heaven and learn the way.
الصفحة 259 - Where joys celestial thrill, Where bliss each heart shall fill, And fears of parting chill Never, — no, never...
الصفحة 159 - The almighty Former of the skies Stooped to our vile abode; While angels viewed with wondering eyes, And hailed the incarnate God. 4 O ! the rich depths of love divine ! Of bliss a boundless store ! Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine; I cannot wish for more. 5 On thee alone my hope relies, Beneath thy cross I fall; My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, My Saviour, and my All!

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