Apples of Gold in Pictures of Silver: A Collection of Hymns and Tunes and Occasional Pieces, New and Old, for Sunday Schools, Prayer and Social MeetingsMason Bros., 1867 - 175 ˹éÒ |
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Alleluia angels APGOMER beautiful home behold bids blessed blest bliss blood breast bright bring cheer Chorus Christ CHRISTMAS CAROL crown darkness dear death divine dwell earth eternal eyes faith FANNY CROSBY Father fear feet flows glorious God the Father gracious grief hail Hallelujah happy Hark hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly home hope Hosanna hymns Jesus JOSEPHINE POLLARD joyful Joyfully King King of kings Lamb Lamb of God land Let Thy light live Lord love divine love Thee MASON mercy endureth Mercy's free mighty to save morning ne'er never night o'er peace pilgrim pray Redeemer reign rejoice rest ROBERTS Sabbath sacred saints salvation Saviour seek Shepherd shining sinner sins skies songs of praise Soon sorrow soul Spirit star sweet hour Thine arms Thou art thy cross Thy grace Thy love Thy name Thy throne Trust Tune twill voice wait weary word
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˹éÒ 107 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
˹éÒ 32 - And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear ; Though I should walk through death's dark shade, My Shepherd's with me there.
˹éÒ 121 - I long to be like Jesus, Meek, loving, lowly, mild ; I long to be like Jesus, The Father's Holy Child. I long to be with Jesus, Amid the heavenly throng, To sing with saints His praises, To learn the angels
˹éÒ 26 - If the way be drear, If the foe be near, Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, Let not faith and hope forsake us ; For, through many a foe, To our home we go.
˹éÒ 129 - Rock of ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee, Let the water and the blood, From Thy riven side which flowed, Be of sin the double cure, Cleanse me from its guilt and power.
˹éÒ 35 - Shout, ye little flock, and blest ; You on Jesus' throne shall rest : There your seat is now prepared — There your kingdom and reward.
˹éÒ 43 - While I am a pilgrim here, Let Thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end.
˹éÒ 73 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
˹éÒ 149 - My native country, thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love : I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
˹éÒ 77 - ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ? And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I...