The Psalms of David: Imitated in the Language of the New-Testament, and Applied to the Christian State and Worship

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E. Merriam, 1802 - 288 páginas

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Página 6 - Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 [His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er his body on the tree ; Then am I dead to all the globe, And all the globe is dead to me...
Página 8 - Redeemer lay Till the revolving skies had brought The third, th' appointed, day. 3 Hell and the grave unite their force To hold our God in vain ; The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great name, almighty Lord! These sacred hours we pay, And loud hosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day.
Página 9 - God all, and in all* 1 MY God, my life, my love, To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live if thou remove, For thou art all in all.
Página 156 - Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate : God is their strength, and through the road They lean upon their helper, God. 6 Cheerful they walk, with growing strength, Till all shall...
Página 28 - He said; Then chose our souls in Christ our Head, Before He gave the mountains birth, Or laid foundations for the earth. 3 Thus did Eternal Love begin, To raise us up from death and sin; Our characters were then decreed, " Blameless in love, a holy seed.
Página 190 - Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon ; Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon ! 3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrow shall assuage ; " Our Father and our Saviour live : Christ is the same through every age.
Página xlviii - Down to the deep and buried there, Convulsions shake the solid world ; Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar ; In sacred peace our souls abide ; While every nation, every shore, Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God, Life, love, and joy, still gliding through, And watering our divine abode.
Página 239 - When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there ; Thou art my sun, And thou my shade, to guard my head By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath : I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, till from on high Thou call me home.
Página 40 - Awake, O heavenly wind, and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine, descend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath.
Página 275 - Our hearts and voices in His praise: His nature and His works invite To make this duty our delight.

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