Ancient hymns for children [compiled by J. Williams].

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James Burns, 1842 - 72 pagina's
 

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Pagina 5 - My voice shalt thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto thee, and will look up.
Pagina 68 - When the trumpet's thrilling tone Through the tombs of ages gone, Summons all before the throne. Death and Time shall stand aghast ; And Creation, at the blast Rise to answer for the past. Then the volume shall be spread, And the writing shall be read, Which shall judge the quick and dead.
Pagina 51 - And Jesus answered and said unto her, Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things : but one thing is needful : and Mary hath chosen that good part, which shall not be taken away from her.
Pagina 5 - Let us haste her light to hail In courts of holy ground. Christ hath shed a fairer morn, From darkness rising free ; In his glorious light new-born, Let us lift the jubilee. From the swaddling bands of night When sprang the world so fair...
Pagina 48 - Smiling on your vanish'd woes ; While the world's brief pleasures flow To the sea of endless woe. He who as a Brother died, And in the cold grave below Laid Him by His brethren's side, He shall hence before you go, And take you with Him to dwell In Godhead unapproachable. May we here, Lord, die with Thee, And with Thy true wisdom wise, Put on immortality, Having treasure in the skies, Where all things with one accord Sing the Triune holy Lord.
Pagina 65 - Thou art the golden mansion Where saints for ever sing ; The seat of GOD'S own chosen, The palace of the KING.
Pagina 31 - I shall see him, but not now; I shall behold him, but not nigh : there shall come a Star out of Jacob, and a Sceptre shall rise out of Israel...
Pagina 13 - Bidding the dead letters live. Equal praise to FATHER, SON, And to Thee, the Holy One, By Whose quickening Breath divine Our dull spirits burn and shine.
Pagina 19 - ... his eloquent blood From the ground for mercy cries, Pleading for his enemies. God from Heav'n His martyr heard,— Heard, and bless'd his dying word : Saul, the murderer, standing by,— Saul was granted to that cry. Thus he bow'd his drooping head, Thus his joyous spirit fled : " Jesu, Lord," his offering free,—
Pagina 36 - None shall reach where He doth lie ! He Himself, from sleep awaking, Who spontaneous bears the gloom, Through your seals, and without breaking, Shall come forth and leave the tomb ; Death cannot hold Him born of a Virgin's womb. When His heart stern death was rending, They cried out, " Thy death-bed leave, " And from off Thy cross descending,

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