We found "Cold" used in 20 sacred songs, each carrying a unique message of faith.
Cold
...And laid it in the tomb.
The cold grave could not hold Him,
The cold grave could not hold Him,...
And laid it in the tomb.
The cold grave could not hold Him,
The cold grave could not hold Him,
...So precisely right.
Not too hot, not too cold,
God placed the earth:...
So precisely right.
Not too hot, not too cold,
God placed the earth:
...Today the lilies springing
From winter’s gloom and cold,
Sweet bells of Easter, ringing,...
Today the lilies springing
From winter’s gloom and cold,
Sweet bells of Easter, ringing,
...At my work I’m always singing,
Tho’ the day be cold and long;
Every thought is filled with music,...
At my work I’m always singing,
Tho’ the day be cold and long;
Every thought is filled with music,
...No, I’m straying, sadly straying,
On the lonely mountains, dark and cold.
On your ear His loving tones are falling,...
No, I’m straying, sadly straying,
On the lonely mountains, dark and cold.
On your ear His loving tones are falling,
...Out in the highways and byways of sin;
Gather the lambs who are straying and cold,
Into the great Shepherd’s fold....
Out in the highways and byways of sin;
Gather the lambs who are straying and cold,
Into the great Shepherd’s fold.
...Are safe from fears and storms of night,
But one is on the mountains cold,
’Twill perish there—how sad the sight!...
Are safe from fears and storms of night,
But one is on the mountains cold,
’Twill perish there—how sad the sight!
...Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Look how we grovel here below,...
Kindle a flame of sacred love
In these cold hearts of ours.
Look how we grovel here below,
...Thro’ the bleak and dreary street,
Where the cold winds keenly blow,
See, a child with bare, chilled feet,...
Thro’ the bleak and dreary street,
Where the cold winds keenly blow,
See, a child with bare, chilled feet,
...Far, far away from the Shepherd’s care,
Out on the mountains cold and bare,
There one had strayed from the sheltering fold,...
Far, far away from the Shepherd’s care,
Out on the mountains cold and bare,
There one had strayed from the sheltering fold,
...And with Him we hold communion.
Tho’ our feet must stand on the cold, cold brink
Of the Jordan’s stormy river,...
And with Him we hold communion.
Tho’ our feet must stand on the cold, cold brink
Of the Jordan’s stormy river,
...How they sing up yonder!
Leaves the byways cold and bare,
Seeks again a Father’s care,...
How they sing up yonder!
Leaves the byways cold and bare,
Seeks again a Father’s care,
...Thro’ the bleak and dreary street,
Where the cold winds keenly blow,
See, a child with bare, chilled feet,...
Thro’ the bleak and dreary street,
Where the cold winds keenly blow,
See, a child with bare, chilled feet,
...Virgin’s Son, as foretold,
Lies the precious Infant in the wintry cold,
Lies the precious Infant in the wintry cold....
Virgin’s Son, as foretold,
Lies the precious Infant in the wintry cold,
Lies the precious Infant in the wintry cold.
...We are on the Lord’s side!
Let us not grow cold;
Burning in the spirit,...
We are on the Lord’s side!
Let us not grow cold;
Burning in the spirit,
...Some are so young and so helpless,
Some are so hungry and cold;
Open the door for the children,...
Some are so young and so helpless,
Some are so hungry and cold;
Open the door for the children,
...When my body’s slumbering
In the cold, cold clay,
I’ll live on, yes, I’ll live on;...
When my body’s slumbering
In the cold, cold clay,
I’ll live on, yes, I’ll live on;
...In a lonely churchyard, many miles away,
Lies your dear old mother, ’neath the cold, cold clay;
Mem’ries oft returning of her tears and sighs,...
In a lonely churchyard, many miles away,
Lies your dear old mother, ’neath the cold, cold clay;
Mem’ries oft returning of her tears and sighs,
...O Lord, I’ve grieved Thy Holy Spirit,
Loose, rebellious, cold to Thee;
Still, all my sinning and backsliding...
O Lord, I’ve grieved Thy Holy Spirit,
Loose, rebellious, cold to Thee;
Still, all my sinning and backsliding
...The harvest is nearing—we reap what we sow.
Tho’ life may appear as a cold barren waste,
And comes no return of the bread you have cast,...
The harvest is nearing—we reap what we sow.
Tho’ life may appear as a cold barren waste,
And comes no return of the bread you have cast,
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