Taylor's Choral Anthems: A New Collection of Choruses, Anthems, Quartetts, Trios, Duets, and Solos, Original and Selected, for Singing Societies, Choirs, and Social Musical Circles

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Ivison & Phinney, 1849 - Anthems - 253 pages
 

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Page 63 - There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know; Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you.
Page 61 - JERUsALEM, my happy home. Name ever dear to me ! When shall my labors have an end In joy and peace, in thee...
Page 28 - To slumber in the silent dust. 2. Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear, Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose. 3. So Jesus slept ; God's dying Son Passed through the grave, and bless'd the bed : Rest here, blest saint, till from His throne The morning break, and pierce the shade.
Page 64 - Apostles, martyrs, prophets there Around my Saviour stand ; And soon my friends in Christ below Will join the glorious band. 6 Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.
Page 40 - Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen. 2 Father in heaven, O hear when we call ; Hear, for Christ's sake, who is Saviour of all; Feeble and fainting we trust in thy might, In doubting and darkness thy love be our light; Let us sleep on thy breast while the night taper burns, Wake in thy arms when morning returns.
Page 137 - I was in the Spirit on the Lord's day, and I heard behind me a great voice, as of a trumpet...
Page 11 - bove the earth : so great is his mercy ' toward ' them that
Page 62 - O ! when, thou city of my God, Shall I thy courts ascend, Where congregations ne'er break up, And Sabbaths have no end...
Page 63 - Why should I shrink at pain and woe, Or feel at death dismay ? I've Canaan's goodly land in view, And realms of endless day.
Page 187 - Forgive, blest shade, the tributary tear, That mourns thy exit from a world like this ; Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, And stayed thy progress to the seats of bliss • No more confined to grov'ling scenes of night, No more a tenant pent in mortal clay, Now should we rather hail thy glorious flight, And trace thy journey to the realms of day.

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