Song Treasury: A Collection of Songs and Music, Especially Adapted for Sunday-schools, Praise and Prayer Meetings, Church Choirs and the Home Circle. Also Containing Selections for Church Festivals, Sunday-school Anniversaries, Concerts, Etc. Together with a Complete Course of Elementary Instruction in Vocal Music, So Simplified as to Bring Within the Comprehension of All the Art of Reading Music at Sight
Crider & Brother, 1879 - 176 pages
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Page 169 - THERE is a fountain filled with blood Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.
Page 160 - T'HE Lord my shepherd is; *- I shall be well supplied : Since He is mine, and I am His, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place * Where heavenly pasture grows, Where living waters gently pass, And full salvation flows. 3 If e'er I go astray, He doth my soul reclaim ; And guides me in His own right way, For His most holy name. 4 While He affords His aid, I cannot yield to fear : Though I should walk thro' death's dark shade, My Shepherd 's with me there.
Page 167 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Page 150 - Consider the lilies how they grow; they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Page 116 - I'm constrained to be ! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wandering heart to Thee ; Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, Prone to leave the God I love ; Here's my heart, O take and seal it, Seal it from Thy courts above ! ROBERT ROBINSON.
Page 116 - Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace; Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above; Praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, Mount of God's unchanging love!
Page 169 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Page 163 - Redeemer's throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak. Where Jesus reigns alone ; 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within ; 4 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect and right and pure and good, A copy, Lord, of Thine...
Page 170 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads ; A place than all besides more sweet: It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.