The Psalms of David: Imitated in the Language of the New Testament and Applied to the Christian State and WorshipSamuel Hall, 1801 - 312 páginas |
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... voice Sing to the Lord , ye distant lands Songs of immortal praise belong Soon as I heard my Father say Sure there's a righteous God Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace Sweet is the work , my God , my King т . - TEACH me the measure of my ...
... voice Sing to the Lord , ye distant lands Songs of immortal praise belong Soon as I heard my Father say Sure there's a righteous God Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace Sweet is the work , my God , my King т . - TEACH me the measure of my ...
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... voice 154 To God I made my forrows known - 292 To God the Father , God the Son - 311 To God the Father's throne 312 To God the great , the ever blest 217 To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes 260 To our almighty Maker , God - 197 To thee ...
... voice 154 To God I made my forrows known - 292 To God the Father , God the Son - 311 To God the Father's throne 312 To God the great , the ever blest 217 To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes 260 To our almighty Maker , God - 197 To thee ...
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... voice afcending high : To thee will I direct my pray'r , To thee lift up mine eye . 2 Up to the hills , where Chrift is gone , To plead for all his faints , Presenting at his Father's throne Our fongs and our complaints . 3 Thou art a ...
... voice afcending high : To thee will I direct my pray'r , To thee lift up mine eye . 2 Up to the hills , where Chrift is gone , To plead for all his faints , Presenting at his Father's throne Our fongs and our complaints . 3 Thou art a ...
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... voice to songs of praise . I PSALM XIII . Common Metre . Complaint under temptations of the devil . H OW long wilt thou conceal thy face ? My God , how long delay ? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays Which chase my fears away ? 2 How ...
... voice to songs of praise . I PSALM XIII . Common Metre . Complaint under temptations of the devil . H OW long wilt thou conceal thy face ? My God , how long delay ? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays Which chase my fears away ? 2 How ...
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... voice , his frown , his angry - look Strikes all their courage dead . 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field , With all their dreadful skill , Gives them his awful fword to wield , And makes their hearts of steel . 7 [ He arms our ...
... voice , his frown , his angry - look Strikes all their courage dead . 6 He forms our gen'rals for the field , With all their dreadful skill , Gives them his awful fword to wield , And makes their hearts of steel . 7 [ He arms our ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Almighty angels arife Behold bleſs bleſſings bleſt blood breath cheerful Christ church Common Metre counſels death diſtreſs divine dreadful duſt dwell earth eternal ev'ry eyes facred faints faith falvation Father fave fear feas feet fing finners firſt flain fleſh foes fongs fons forrows glorious glory goſpel haſte hath hear heart heav'n heav'nly hell holy honours hope houſe humble HYMN Ifrael Jeſus juſt juſtice King laſt Long Metre Lord mercy mighty mortal muſt ne'er o'er Pfalm pleaſure pow'r praife praiſe promiſe PSALM rage raiſe reigns rejoice reſt rife righteouſneſs riſe ſaints ſave Saviour ſecure ſhame ſhine Short Metre ſhould ſkies ſky ſov'reign ſpeak ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtrength ſweet taſte thee theſe thine thoſe thou thy face thy grace thy hand thy love thy name thy pow'r thy throne thy word tongue truſt truth voice whoſe wond'rous wrath Zion
Pasajes populares
Página 247 - See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown...
Página 200 - JOY to the world ! the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains. Repeat the sounding joy.
Página 248 - 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 86 - Not with our mortal eyes Have we beheld the Lord, Yet we rejoice to hear his Name, And love him in his word. 2 On earth we want the sight Of our Redeemer's face, Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight To dwell upon thy grace. 3 And when we taste thy love, Our joys divinely grow Unspeakable, like those above, And heaven begins below.
Página 202 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Página 43 - THE heavens declare thy glory Lord ; In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess ; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon, and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand; So when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land.
Página 219 - MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears Drawn out in living characters. 2 Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine.
Página 145 - GREAT God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his power, exalt his throne. 2 Thy...
Página 245 - This was compassion, like a God, That, when the Saviour knew, The price of pardon was his blood, His pity ne'er withdrew.
Página 211 - High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed.