Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America

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Página 479 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Página 140 - God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast And our eternal home...
Página 392 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 510 - ALL hail the power of Jesus? name ! Let angels prostrate fall ; Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all.
Página 506 - FATHER ! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace. Let this petition rise : — 2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 " Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
Página 271 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land, The work of an almighty hand.
Página 314 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Página 408 - 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 504 - The Lord ye know is God indeed, Without our aid he did us make ; We are his flock, he doth us feed, And for his sheep, he doth us take.
Página 508 - Come, thou Fount of every blessing, Tune my heart to sing thy grace! Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise.

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