The Chorale Book for England: A Complete Hymn-book for Public and Private Worship, in Accordance with the Services and Festivals of the Church of EnglandWilliam Sterndale Bennett, Otto Goldschmidt Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts, and Green, 1863 - Hymns, English |
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Page 11 - Who from our mother's arms Hath blessed us on our way With countless gifts of love, And still is ours to-day. 2 O may this bounteous GOD Through all our life be near us, With ever joyful hearts And blessed peace to cheer us ; And keep us in His grace, And guide us when perplexed, And free us from all ills In this world and the next.
Page 16 - Glory to God in highest heaven, Who unto man His Son hath given ! While angels sing with pious mirth A glad New Year to all the earth.
Page 108 - ... wait in cheerful hope ; content To take whate'er His gracious will, His all-discerning love hath sent : Nor doubt our inmost wants are known To Him who chose us for His own.
Page 20 - Him, Fainting in the garden dim, 'Neath the world's vaft woe and wrong. Lord, who then can worthily, For fuch mercy honour Thee ! Right and...
Page 16 - Fount of all our joy and peace, To Thy living waters lead me ; Thou from earth my soul release, And with grace and mercy feed me ; Bless Thy word that it may prove Rich in fruits that Thou dost love.
Page 16 - Were earth a thousand times as fair, Beset with gold and jewels rare, She yet were far too poor to be A narrow cradle, Lord, for Thee.
Page 46 - O make the deaf to hear Thy word, And teach the dumb to speak, dear Lord, Who dare not yet the faith avow, Though secretly they hold it now.
Page 16 - Hither come, ye poor and wretched : Know His will Is to fill Every hand outstretched ; Here are riches without measure, Here forget All regret, Fill your hearts with treasure.