Church hymns, or, Hymns for the Sundays, festivals and other seasons of the ecclesiastical year, as observed in the Church of England, compiled by H. Stretton

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Henry Stretton
F. & J. Rivington, 1850 - 152 pages
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Page 106 - THE Son of God goes forth to war, A kingly crown to gain ; His blood-red banner streams afar : Who follows in his train ? Who best can drink his cup of woe, Triumphant over pain, Who patient bears his cross below — He follows in his train.
Page 9 - Glory to the new-born KINO. Amen Christmas. Hymn 48. (SECOND TuNE). X "Glory to GOD in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men." HARK I the herald angels sing Glory to the new-born KING, Peace on earth, and mercy mild, GOD and sinners reconciled.
Page 37 - Where high the Heavenly Temple stands, The house of God not made with hands, A great High Priest our nature wears, The guardian of mankind appears.
Page 61 - But, oh, inflame and fire our hearts : Our frailties help, our vice control, Submit the senses to the soul ; And when rebellious they are grown, Then lay thy hand, and hold them down.
Page 45 - PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheerful beam of hope,. Or spark of glimmering day.
Page 39 - Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes To see the approaching sacrifice.
Page 10 - Mild, He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die : Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Page 70 - His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name. 3 Watch: 'tis your Lord's command, And while we speak, He's near ; Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear.
Page 63 - WHEN God of old came down from Heaven, In power and wrath He came ; Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame. Around the trembling mountain's base The prostrate people lay ; A day of wrath, and not of grace ; A dim and dreadful day.
Page 132 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live : Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die. Thou Framer of the light and dark, Steer through the tempest thine own ark ; Amid the howling wintry sea, We are in port if we have thee.

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