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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... 197 . Young Choir , 31 . 1. Let the hours of night and rest , With thy mercy , Lord , be blest ; Make me pure and free within From all taint or love of sin . 2. If throughout the day that's gone , Anything amiss 28 JUVENILE SONGS .
... 197 . Young Choir , 31 . 1. Let the hours of night and rest , With thy mercy , Lord , be blest ; Make me pure and free within From all taint or love of sin . 2. If throughout the day that's gone , Anything amiss 28 JUVENILE SONGS .
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... roof ; I warmed , I clothed , I cheered my guest , I laid him on my couch to rest ; Then made the ground my bed , and seemed In Eden's garden while I dreamed . 5. Stript , wounded , beaten nigh to death , JUVENILE SONGS . 35.
... roof ; I warmed , I clothed , I cheered my guest , I laid him on my couch to rest ; Then made the ground my bed , and seemed In Eden's garden while I dreamed . 5. Stript , wounded , beaten nigh to death , JUVENILE SONGS . 35.
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... rest have one - and - thirty , Save the month of February ; Twenty - eight are all its store , But in leap year , one day more . SONG FOR MAY . No. 47 . 1. Blooming May , Makes all gay , Young Melodist , 90 . Makes the blood right ...
... rest have one - and - thirty , Save the month of February ; Twenty - eight are all its store , But in leap year , one day more . SONG FOR MAY . No. 47 . 1. Blooming May , Makes all gay , Young Melodist , 90 . Makes the blood right ...
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... rest ; Let them in the sunshine of opulence bask , I'd glory to toil in the west . The boblink , & c . 3. With scorn I'd remember the clamors of trade , The moanings of commerce distress'd ; And lull'd to repose by the efforts I made ...
... rest ; Let them in the sunshine of opulence bask , I'd glory to toil in the west . The boblink , & c . 3. With scorn I'd remember the clamors of trade , The moanings of commerce distress'd ; And lull'd to repose by the efforts I made ...
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... ! 1 5. When all the spheres and worlds like this Shall cease to roll in boundless space , Ransom'd , immortal , filled with bliss , Rest may it find . No. 73 . THE BRAVE MAN . Young Vocalist , SONGS FOR THE SCHOOL - ROOM . 79.
... ! 1 5. When all the spheres and worlds like this Shall cease to roll in boundless space , Ransom'd , immortal , filled with bliss , Rest may it find . No. 73 . THE BRAVE MAN . Young Vocalist , SONGS FOR THE SCHOOL - ROOM . 79.
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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?