Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private, and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the United States of AmericaPresbyterian Board of Publication, 1843 - 564 páginas |
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... King of glory ' s near . 5 The King of glory ! who can tell The wonders of his might ? He rules the nations ; but to dwell With saints is his delight . PSALM 24. SECOND PART . L. M. THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's , And men and ...
... King of glory ' s near . 5 The King of glory ! who can tell The wonders of his might ? He rules the nations ; but to dwell With saints is his delight . PSALM 24. SECOND PART . L. M. THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's , And men and ...
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... King of glory nigh . Who can this King of glory be ? The mighty Lord , the Saviour's he . 6 Ye heavenly gates , your leaves display , To make the Lord , the Saviour way : Laden with spoils from carth and hell , The conqueror comes with ...
... King of glory nigh . Who can this King of glory be ? The mighty Lord , the Saviour's he . 6 Ye heavenly gates , your leaves display , To make the Lord , the Saviour way : Laden with spoils from carth and hell , The conqueror comes with ...
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... king ; But makes his church his blest abode , Where we his awful glories sing . 6 In gentler language , there the Lord The counsel of his grace imparts : Amidst the raging storm , his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts . I ...
... king ; But makes his church his blest abode , Where we his awful glories sing . 6 In gentler language , there the Lord The counsel of his grace imparts : Amidst the raging storm , his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts . I ...
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... King , His form divinely fair ; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare . 2 Sweet is thy speech , and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed ; Thy God , with blessings infinite , Hath crowned thy sacred head . 3 Gird on ...
... King , His form divinely fair ; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare . 2 Sweet is thy speech , and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed ; Thy God , with blessings infinite , Hath crowned thy sacred head . 3 Gird on ...
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... King of saints , how fair his face , Adorned with majesty and grace ! He comes with blessings from above , And wins the nations to his love . 2 At his right hand our eyes behold The Queen arrayed in purest gold ; The world admires her ...
... King of saints , how fair his face , Adorned with majesty and grace ! He comes with blessings from above , And wins the nations to his love . 2 At his right hand our eyes behold The Queen arrayed in purest gold ; The world admires her ...
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adore almighty angels Behold bless blest blood breath cheerful Christ church command congregation darkness dear death divine dreadful dust dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear feet flesh flowing tears foes glorious glory gospel gracious guilt Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls Israel Jehovah Jesus joyful judicatory King Lamb Lamb of God light live Lord Lord's supper mercy seat mighty minister mortal mourn ne'er o'er pain pardoning peace pray prayer Presbytery PSALM PSALM 51 PSALM 89 raise Redeemer reigns rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrows soul sovereign Spirit spread sweet tears thee thine thou art thy face thy grace thy hand thy love thy name thy power thy praise thy throne thy word tongue truth voice wakeful eyes wonders wondrous worship ye saints
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Página 147 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Página 147 - 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 64 - 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 379 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Página 18 - 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. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as...
Página 223 - And sailed through bloody seas ? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported, by thy word.
Página 223 - AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas...
Página 23 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Página 252 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Página 178 - In darkest shades if he appear, My dawning is begun ! He is my soul's sweet morning star, And he my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers, ' I am his !' 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way, T