Church Psalmody: A Collection of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Public Worship ; Selected from Dr. Watts and Other Authors

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T.R. Marvin, 1857 - 598 páginas
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Página 331 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus!
Página 73 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 230 - I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, — The house of thine abode, The church our blest Redeemer saved With his own precious blood. 2 I love thy church. O God ! Her walls before thee stand, Dear as the apple of thine eye, And graven on thy hand. 3 For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end.
Página 172 - While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground : He comes, to make His blessings flow, Far as the curse is found.
Página 479 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Página 265 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Página 307 - NOT all the blood of beasts, On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience peace, Or wash away the stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly Lamb, Takes all our sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood, than they. 3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back, to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there.
Página 435 - CHILDREN of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are...
Página 159 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. 6 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 7 Our God, our help in ages past...
Página 503 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,

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