The Praise Offering; New and Extensive Collection of Tunes for All the Metres in Use

The Praise Offering; New and Extensive Collection of Tunes for All the Metres in Use

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ... from my thoughts, vain world bo gone; Let my religious hours alone; Fain would tny eyes my Sa-vior see; I wait a vis-it Lord, from thee. O, warm my heart with ho ly fire, And kiu-dle there a pure de-sire: Como, sa-cred Spir it from a bove, And fill my soul with heavenly lovo. 4. Hail, great Im-inan ucl, all di vine I In thee tliy Father's glories shine; Thy glo-rious name shall ho a-dorod, And ev-cry tongue con fess theo Lord. y stormy wind that blows, From every swell ing tide of woos. There is a calm, a sura re-treat: 'Tis found be fore the mer-cy seat. "1-rl 1 Hi--i l-i-H! f mi Z F 1 3. There is a scene where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy seat. L My open-ing eyes with rap-ture see Tho dawn of thy re turn ing day; My thoughts, 0 God, as-cond to thee, "While thus my ear-ly vow3 I pay, 1. Sweet is the work, my God, niy King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night, And talk, 2. Sweet is the day of sacred rest--No mortal care shall seize my breast; Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound, Like David's harp, &c., . r 12-2. Sweet is the day of sa-ered rest--No mortal care shall seize my breast; Oh, may my heart in tune be found, Like Da-vid's harp of sol-emn sound. 1. 'Tis br the faith of joys to We walk through dos-orts dark as night; Till wo ar-rive at hoaven, our home, Faitli b our guide, and faith our light L How pleas ant, how di vine ly fair, 0 Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are I With long de-sire my spir it faints To moot th'as som-blios of thy saints. 1. Tliere is a river pure and bright, Whoso streams mako glad the lioavon-ly plains, ...show more

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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236591801
  • 9781236591807