Hymns with Tunes: To Accompany Hymns and Prayers for the Use of the Army and Navy

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1917 - Hymns, English - 50 pages

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Page 31 - O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain. America! America! God shed His grace on thee, And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea.
Page 10 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget— left we forget!
Page 24 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: Remember not past years.
Page 29 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee. 3 There let the way appear, Steps unto heaven ; All that Thou sendest me, In mercy given ; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee.
Page 27 - My native country, thee, — Land of the noble free, — Thy name I love: I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills Like that above.
Page 26 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on.
Page 26 - In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Page 20 - Plenteous grace with Thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin: Let the healing streams abound; Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of Thee: Spring Thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
Page 43 - SUN of my soul, Thou Saviour dear, It is not night if Thou be near : O may no earth-born cloud arise To hide Thee from Thy servant's eyes.
Page 10 - The tumult and the shouting dies — The captains and the kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart.

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