The Shawm: Library of Church Music: Embracing about One Thousand Pieces, Consisting of Psalm and Hymn Tunes Adapted to Every Meter in Use, Anthems, Chants and Set Pieces; to which is Added an Original Cantata, Entitled Daniel: Or, The Captivity and Restoration. Including, Also, The Singing Class; an Entirely New and Practical Arrangement of the Elements of Music, Interspersed with Social Part-songs for Practice
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Arranged bless blest bove bright bring called CHANT cheerful CHORUS CRES crown dark dear death Double dwell earth eyes fear feet flow give glad glory gone grace half hand hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hills hope hour HYMN Jesus King land leads light lines live lone Lord loud MASON meet Moderato morning ness night notes o'er OMIT peace pear praise praise the Lord pray prayer raise reign rest rise round saints Savior scale shades shine sing skies song soon SOPRANO soul sound spirit stand step sure sweet tears tell thee thine thou thoughts thro throne thy love tion trust tune voice wake
Page 208 - Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but Thou art mighty, Hold me with Thy powerful hand; Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more!
Page 46 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest! No mortal cares shall seize my breast. O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound.
Page 66 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Page 121 - ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Page 101 - THAT I knew the secret place, Where I might find my God; I'd spread my wants before his face, And pour my woes abroad. 2 I'd tell him how my sins arise, What sorrows I sustain; How grace decays, and comfort dies, And leaves my heart in pain. 3 He knows what arguments I'd...
Page 194 - I'LL praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is lost in death Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.