The Book of Worship: In Use in St. Peter's Church of the Presbytery of Rochester City, New York

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E. Darrow, 1864 - 352 páginas
 

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OCLC: 9724578
Related Subjects: Presbyterian Church -- Liturgy -- Texts. | Presbyterian Church -- Hymns. | Hymns, English.
LCCN: BX

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Página 195 - My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
Página 307 - Travelling through this wilderness ! 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound ; May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal 's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey.
Página 309 - Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He, whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for His own abode: On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayst smile at all thy foes.
Página 121 - For he established a testimony in Jacob, and appointed a law in Israel, which he commanded our fathers, that they should make them known to their children: 6 That the generation to come might know them, even the children which should be born : who should arise and declare them to their children: 7 That they might set their hope in God, and not forget the' works of God, but keep his commandments...
Página 104 - Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee, that he may dwell in thy courts : we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy holy temple.
Página 267 - One family we dwell in him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death.
Página 323 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove: Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above.
Página 261 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Página 325 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile? In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Página 138 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou earnest them away as with a flood ; they are as a sleep ; in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up ; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.

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