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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... the forest leaf . 2 The sky will not be always fair , Though clear it be to - day ; For threatening clouds steal unaware , As streaks the morning's gray . 3 The friend in whom thou didst confide , With 26 HYMNS . C. M..
... the forest leaf . 2 The sky will not be always fair , Though clear it be to - day ; For threatening clouds steal unaware , As streaks the morning's gray . 3 The friend in whom thou didst confide , With 26 HYMNS . C. M..
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... morning dew , The withering grass , the fading flower , Of earthly hopes are emblems true , The glory of a passing hour . 3 But though earth's fairest blossoms die , And all beneath the skies is vain , There is a brighter world on high ...
... morning dew , The withering grass , the fading flower , Of earthly hopes are emblems true , The glory of a passing hour . 3 But though earth's fairest blossoms die , And all beneath the skies is vain , There is a brighter world on high ...
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... morning twilight , Trips along with flying feet O'er the pastures strewn with clover , Redolent with fragrance sweet ; And with dainty , rose - tipped fingers , Folds the shadow - shades for me , Fraught with love - words , softly ...
... morning twilight , Trips along with flying feet O'er the pastures strewn with clover , Redolent with fragrance sweet ; And with dainty , rose - tipped fingers , Folds the shadow - shades for me , Fraught with love - words , softly ...
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... MORNING . From Robert Burns in Spirit . ULL we wake from FUL weary dreams Foft and woe and scorning , When through the window shine the beams Of sunrise in the morning . The dewy rose is fresh and sweet , The gay parterre adorning ; And ...
... MORNING . From Robert Burns in Spirit . ULL we wake from FUL weary dreams Foft and woe and scorning , When through the window shine the beams Of sunrise in the morning . The dewy rose is fresh and sweet , The gay parterre adorning ; And ...
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... morning . Love's dewy roses open sweet , The heavenly sphere adorning , And death shall stoop to kiss our feet At sunrise in the morning . 3 Then let us wake from idle dreams , No child of sorrow scorning , To scatter far the blessed ...
... morning . Love's dewy roses open sweet , The heavenly sphere adorning , And death shall stoop to kiss our feet At sunrise in the morning . 3 Then let us wake from idle dreams , No child of sorrow scorning , To scatter far the blessed ...
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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.