The Hymns of Progress: Being a Compilation, Original and Select, of Hymns, Songs, and Readings, Designed to Meet a Part of the Progressive Wants of the Age in the Church, Grove, Hall, Lyceum and School |
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... cheer ; Cheering our weary hours , Where'er we roam , - Angel - bird , angel - bird , sing of our home . BOSTON : PUBLISHED BY WM . WHITE & CO . 158 WASHINGTON STREET . 1224243 HARVARD COLLEGE NOV 28 1919 LIBRARY Solier fund Entered ...
... cheer ; Cheering our weary hours , Where'er we roam , - Angel - bird , angel - bird , sing of our home . BOSTON : PUBLISHED BY WM . WHITE & CO . 158 WASHINGTON STREET . 1224243 HARVARD COLLEGE NOV 28 1919 LIBRARY Solier fund Entered ...
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... cheer us till we die . WHY DO WE SIN ? WHY HY should we spend so many days In folly and in sin ? When wisdom shows her pleasant ways , And bids us walk therein ? 2 Folly and sin our peace destroy ; They glitter and are past ; They yield ...
... cheer us till we die . WHY DO WE SIN ? WHY HY should we spend so many days In folly and in sin ? When wisdom shows her pleasant ways , And bids us walk therein ? 2 Folly and sin our peace destroy ; They glitter and are past ; They yield ...
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... cheering voice , That lifts the soul above ; Dispels the painful , anxious doubt , And whispers , " God is love . " 4 That voice , aloud from wisdom's height , Proclaims the soul forgiven ; That star is revelation's light ; That hope ...
... cheering voice , That lifts the soul above ; Dispels the painful , anxious doubt , And whispers , " God is love . " 4 That voice , aloud from wisdom's height , Proclaims the soul forgiven ; That star is revelation's light ; That hope ...
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... cheers the silent gloom of night , But heaven gave it birth . 4 There's not a place on earth's vast round , In ocean's deep , or air , Where skill and wisdom are not found , For God is everywhere . 5 Around , beneath , below , above ...
... cheers the silent gloom of night , But heaven gave it birth . 4 There's not a place on earth's vast round , In ocean's deep , or air , Where skill and wisdom are not found , For God is everywhere . 5 Around , beneath , below , above ...
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... Nor friends nor home to cheer . Our God , our father , and our friend , Teach us to know thy ways ; And when on earth our days shall end , In heaven to sing thy praise ! 1 THE HEAVENLY GATES ARE OPENED . M ° TORTALS HYMNS . C. M. 19.
... Nor friends nor home to cheer . Our God , our father , and our friend , Teach us to know thy ways ; And when on earth our days shall end , In heaven to sing thy praise ! 1 THE HEAVENLY GATES ARE OPENED . M ° TORTALS HYMNS . C. M. 19.
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Angel-bird angels told beams beautiful Bingen blessed blest bliss breast breath bright brother brow Bucksport cheer CHORUS clime cold COMMON METRE Coonley dark darling darling Nelly Gray dear death divine doth dwell dying earth eternal evermore eyes fair father flowers forever gentle gentle Annie gloom glory God's going home golden Good-morning hand happy Hark hast hath hear heart heavenly holy hope hurrah HYMNS kiss land LEVI K life's light live lone Lord LOVED ANNABEL morning mortal mother mountains ne'er never night o'er peace poor prayer pure rest Rhine river roll Sacred Harp seraph shine shore sigh sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star Star of Bethlehem star-spangled banner strife sweet tear Tell thee There's thine Thou art gone throne toil truth Tune voice wave weary weep whispered word Yankee doodle dandy
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Page 27 - With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look ! how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys ! Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Page 36 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Page 27 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys : Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys.
Page 14 - I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven ; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven,. 6 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day ! >7 A God the only Object of Worship.
Page 38 - Hark, hark! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem, But one alone the Saviour speaks; It is the Star of Bethlehem.
Page 124 - COME, ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish; Come to the mercy-seat, fervently kneel ; Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish ; Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Page 130 - Amidst the storm they sang, And the stars heard, and the sea; And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang To the anthem of the free!
Page 57 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 57 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 71 - Thou canst not toil in vain — Cold, heat, and moist, and dry Shall foster and mature the grain For garners in the sky. Thence, when the glorious end, The day of God is come, The angel-reapers shall descend, And heaven cry " Harvest home ! " James Montgomery, I77i,-1854, HOME.