ISBN: 9781130790665

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 32 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purc… Plus…

RareBooksClub. Paperback. New. This item is printed on demand. Paperback. 32 pages. Dimensions: 9.7in. x 7.4in. x 0.1in.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1854 Excerpt: . . . hearts well raise; To God alone all praise belongs, Our earliest and our latest songs. 2 Within these hallowed walls Our wandering feet are brought, Where prayer and praise ascend, And heavenly truths are taught; To God alone your offerings brinsr; Let young and old his praises simr. 3 Lord, let this work of love Be crowned with full success; Let thousands yet unborn, Thy sacred name here bless; To thee, O Lord, all praise to thee Well raise throughout eternity. 106 I love to have the Sabbath come. L. M. 109 Sabbath Welcomed. I love to have the Sabbath come, I love to rise and 2. Tis here Im always taught to pray, That God would bless me quit my home, And haste to school with cheerful day by day; And safe-ly guard and guide me 3 Tis here I sing a Saviours love That brought him from his throne above; Tis here I seek my Fathers face, Tis here I learn the Christian race. 4 This day be given to God alone, He claims the Sabbath as his own; Oh, may we all the time improve, To grow in wisdom and in love. From Sabbath School Harp, by permission. Louder now and deeper pealing, On the heart that voice is stealing, i Come, nor Ion-ger roam. Coma, nor Ion-ger roam. 2 Now again its tones are pealing, Come! Oh come! In the sacred temple kneeling, Seek thy home! Come, and round the altar bending, Love the place where God, descending, Calls the spirit home. 3 Still the echoed voice is ringing, Come! Oh come! Every heart pure incense bringing, Hither, come! Father, round thy footstool bending, May our souls, to heaven ascending, Find in thee their home. 1. How Sweet is the Sabbath, the morning of rest, The 2. Then let us be thoughtful and prayerful to-day, Nor day of the week which I ought to love best; care-less-l. . . This item ships from La Vergne,TN., RareBooksClub<