The School Song and Hymn Book: Designed for General Use in Schools, Academies, and SeminariesN. Brittan, L. H. Sherwood A.S. Barnes, 1855 - 386 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 25
... ) School Singer , 162 , ( Coronation . ) Mu . Gems , 193. ( Randolph . ) Young Choir , 89 . 1. I sing the mighty pow'r of God , That made the mountains rise ; That spread the flowing seas abroad , And built the 3 JUVENILE SONGS . 25.
... ) School Singer , 162 , ( Coronation . ) Mu . Gems , 193. ( Randolph . ) Young Choir , 89 . 1. I sing the mighty pow'r of God , That made the mountains rise ; That spread the flowing seas abroad , And built the 3 JUVENILE SONGS . 25.
الصفحة 94
... mountain bleak behind us frown'd , Whose top the snow in summer crown'd ; But pastures rich , and warm to boot , Lay smiling at the mountain foot ; There first we frolick'd hand in hand , hand in hand , hand in hand Two infant boys of ...
... mountain bleak behind us frown'd , Whose top the snow in summer crown'd ; But pastures rich , and warm to boot , Lay smiling at the mountain foot ; There first we frolick'd hand in hand , hand in hand , hand in hand Two infant boys of ...
الصفحة 98
... MOUNTAIN . Juvenile Choir , 160 . 1. O'er the far blue mountain , O'er the white sea foam , Come , thou long parted one , Back to thy home . When the bright fire shineth , Sad looks thy place , While the true heart pineth Thy absent ...
... MOUNTAIN . Juvenile Choir , 160 . 1. O'er the far blue mountain , O'er the white sea foam , Come , thou long parted one , Back to thy home . When the bright fire shineth , Sad looks thy place , While the true heart pineth Thy absent ...
الصفحة 105
... mountain , Through the grove beside the fountain , Resting in the pleasant bowers , Culling all the bright eyed flowers , || : There will we go . : || 3. Where , O where shall we go ? The evening shadows lengthen fast , The sun's low ...
... mountain , Through the grove beside the fountain , Resting in the pleasant bowers , Culling all the bright eyed flowers , || : There will we go . : || 3. Where , O where shall we go ? The evening shadows lengthen fast , The sun's low ...
الصفحة 106
... mountain's rocky steep , And hear the birds ' mid blossoms gay , Waking from their happy sleep . Noon may have its sunny glare , Eve its twilight and its dew , Night its soft and cooling air- But give me the morning blue . No. 99 , WILL ...
... mountain's rocky steep , And hear the birds ' mid blossoms gay , Waking from their happy sleep . Noon may have its sunny glare , Eve its twilight and its dew , Night its soft and cooling air- But give me the morning blue . No. 99 , WILL ...
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1st Melodeon 1st vol 2d vol Alpine horn beauty bird blessing blest blooming Boston Glee Book boys brave breeze bright brothers cheer chick-a-de-de cuckoo dark dear earth echo ev'ry father fear flowers Freedom's friends gentle glad gleaming glory hail happy happy day happy land Hark haste haste the day hath hear heart heaven hills holy horn hour hurrah independence day ivy green Juvenile Choir light Lord loud merrily merry morning mountain Musical Gems National Psalmist native land ne'er never night o'er peace praise prayer Psaltery rejoice roam roses roses red round Saviour School Singer Sheet Music shining shore sing sleep smiles Social Choir song sorrow soul sound Spring star sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thro toil tree vale voice Wake wave weep wild winds Young Choir Young Melodist Young Vocalist youth
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الصفحة 80 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
الصفحة 164 - 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.
الصفحة 373 - GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign, will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
الصفحة 375 - The days of our years are threescore years and ten; And if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, Yet is their strength labour and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
الصفحة 168 - E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3. 1 would not live alway — no, welcome the tomb ! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.
الصفحة 147 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
الصفحة 250 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
الصفحة 135 - The old oaken bucket, the ironbound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. • 2. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure ; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the...
الصفحة 145 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high.
الصفحة 331 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes; my ears With sounds seraphic ring! Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?