The National Choir: Being a Collection of Anthems, Set Pieces, Duetts, Trios and Choruses, Adapted to the Purposes of Public Worship and the Use of SchoolsMoore & Wheet, 1834 - 198 |
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banqueting house bless the vine CHORUS Comfort ye comfortably unto Jerusalem Concluded Continued courts with sound daugh daughters fair DUET echo fair as polished fare fill thy courts flee fruitful plants gave them hailstones gels say going a long grace combine hail mingled hailstones for rain Hallelujah hallelujah's voice Hark haste Hear my prayer heav'ns together roll joyful King he sits King of glory leaps let us heartily let us sing Lord of hosts lute and strike mourn never to return pany pillows twine polished stones Praise ye preachers rise roll round rose of Sharon round her pillows shout unto sing unto sins are pardoned SOLO Solomon's Song Sons of Zion souls rejoice sound the lute speak comfortably unto strains strike the harp thee Thou thy victory TRIO unto the Lord vaster hopes persuade Vital spark Wake ye mortals Ye nations ye the Lord Б Б Ꮎ Ꮎ Ꮎ
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Strona 83 - As the apple tree among the trees of the wood, So is my beloved among the sons. I sat down under his shadow with great delight, And his fruit was sweet to my taste.
Strona 63 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy.
Strona 26 - O come, let us worship and fall down, and kneel before the Lord our Maker. For he is the Lord our God, and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
Strona 54 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Strona 84 - He brought me to the banqueting house, And his banner over me was love. Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples : For I am sick of love.
Strona 55 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! 0 Grave ! where is thy victory ? 0 Death! where is thy sting?
Strona 26 - In His hand are all the corners of the Earth; and the strength of the hills is His also.
Strona 137 - Along thy sunset skies, Their glories melt in shade ; And like the things we fondly prize, Seem lovelier as they fade. A deep and crimson streak Thy dying leaves disclose ; As, on Consumption's waning cheek, 'Mid ruin blooms the rose.
Strona 143 - COME, let us anew Our journey pursue — Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear ; His adorable will Let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve By the patience of hope, and the labor of love.
Strona 138 - Thy scene each vision brings Of beauty in decay; Of fair and early faded things, Too exquisite to stay ;— Of joys that come no more ; Of flowers whose bloom is fled ; Of farewells wept upon the shore ; Of friends estranged or dead ; — Of all that now may seem, To Memory's tearful eye, The vanished beauty of a dream, O'er which we gaze and sigh.