One Hundred Holy Songs, Carols, and Sacred Ballads Original, and suitable for music [by Jean Ingelow] |
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(Hymn with a Burden.)
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(Hymn with a Burden.)
“O love the Lord.”
An Island to the Lord of Hosts:—
“Thou, only Guardian of my coasts,
In Thee the Island nation boasts.”
(O love the Lord.)
“My fields Thou hast not shown a foe,
The noise of battle nor its woe,
Nor smoke of war my children know.
(I love the Lord.)”
“Thou, only Guardian of my coasts,
In Thee the Island nation boasts.”
(O love the Lord.)
“My fields Thou hast not shown a foe,
The noise of battle nor its woe,
Nor smoke of war my children know.
(I love the Lord.)”
An Island to her King divine:—
“Good is Thy reign o'er me and mine,
Still from Thy throne upon me shine.”
(O love the Lord.)
“To bless with blessings give not o'er,
I have much peace, yet ask for more,—
Give peace at home from shore to shore.”
(O love the Lord.)
“Good is Thy reign o'er me and mine,
Still from Thy throne upon me shine.”
(O love the Lord.)
“To bless with blessings give not o'er,
I have much peace, yet ask for more,—
Give peace at home from shore to shore.”
(O love the Lord.)
“Mould Thou men's hearts to meet their creed,
To righteous walking, Lord, them lead,
And mercy to all souls that need.”—
(O love the Lord.)
“To dealings just, a perfect weight,
And in their homes and in their state
To gentleness that maketh great.”
(O love the Lord.)
To righteous walking, Lord, them lead,
And mercy to all souls that need.”—
(O love the Lord.)
“To dealings just, a perfect weight,
And in their homes and in their state
To gentleness that maketh great.”
(O love the Lord.)
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“Yea, Thine for ever be the praise;
Thou wak'nest in these latter days
More longing for Thy perfect ways;”—
(I love the Lord.)
“Morning by morning Thou dost hear
The sighing of Thy children dear,
‘Thy will be done,’ that will make clear.”
(O love the Lord.)
Thou wak'nest in these latter days
More longing for Thy perfect ways;”—
(I love the Lord.)
“Morning by morning Thou dost hear
The sighing of Thy children dear,
‘Thy will be done,’ that will make clear.”
(O love the Lord.)
“All-hallow'd soon be Thy great name,
Of such as yet in sinful shame
Lie to their sorrow and our blame.”
(O love the Lord.)
“Wake, thou that sleepest! sing, ye dumb,
His goodness in an untold sum;
Wake, wake, and cry, ‘Thy kingdom come.’”
(O love the Lord.)
Of such as yet in sinful shame
Lie to their sorrow and our blame.”
(O love the Lord.)
“Wake, thou that sleepest! sing, ye dumb,
His goodness in an untold sum;
Wake, wake, and cry, ‘Thy kingdom come.’”
(O love the Lord.)
“Look, Lord, on this dear Island still,
And if it stand in Thy blest will,
The prayers of all her saints fulfil.”
(O love the Lord.)
“Yea, though her peace depart away,
Her glory sink as sets the day,
O teach her in her woe to say,—
(I love the Lord.)”
And if it stand in Thy blest will,
The prayers of all her saints fulfil.”
(O love the Lord.)
“Yea, though her peace depart away,
Her glory sink as sets the day,
O teach her in her woe to say,—
(I love the Lord.)”
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