Hymns for young and old, adapted to the seasons and offices of the Church, selected by a clergyman [H. Tripp].

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Page 24 - LORD, dismiss us with Thy blessing. Fill our hearts with joy and peace : Let us each, Thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace : O refresh us ! Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For Thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of Thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May Thy presence With us evermore be found ! 3 So, whene'er the signal's given Us from earth to call away ; Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, May we ready Rise...
Page 41 - What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball : What though nor real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found ? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, " The Hand that made us is Divine.
Page 37 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God. 3 By cool Siloam's shady rill The lily must decay ; The rose that blooms beneath the hill Must shortly fade away.
Page 13 - 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 5 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and early rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Page 9 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 67 - To be exalted thus :" — " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Page 56 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to his blood. 3. See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4.
Page 27 - GREAT God, what do I see and hear ! The end of things created ! The Judge of mankind doth appear On clouds of glory seated ! The trumpet sounds ; the graves restore The dead which they contained before ; Prepare, my soul, to meet Him...
Page 62 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.

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