The Psalms of David, in metre. To which are added, Hymns, particularly designed for the Lord's supper

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Página 355 - 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 ;" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Página 229 - 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 321 - Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat ; His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more.
Página 121 - SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live ; Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in thee...
Página 207 - A thousand ages in thy sight are like an evening gone, short as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun.
Página 186 - To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God ; My God ! my King ! why should I be So far from all my joys, and thee...
Página 320 - GIVE to our God immortal praise ; Mercy and truth are all his ways ; Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown ; The King of kings with glory crown : His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fixed the starry lights on high : Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song.
Página 187 - From all th' assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within. 4 All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too: He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls.
Página 48 - They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet ; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he died.
Página 214 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.

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