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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... for his mercy's sake And heals our broken bones . 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath ; For silent graves praise not the Lord , Nor is he known in death . B L PSALM 6. SECOND PART . L. M. ORD , PSALM 6 . 13.
... for his mercy's sake And heals our broken bones . 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath ; For silent graves praise not the Lord , Nor is he known in death . B L PSALM 6. SECOND PART . L. M. ORD , PSALM 6 . 13.
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... breath , They sing their Father's praise . 3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet Into the pit they made ; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread . 4 Thus by thy judgments , mighty God ! Are thy deep counsels ...
... breath , They sing their Father's praise . 3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet Into the pit they made ; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread . 4 Thus by thy judgments , mighty God ! Are thy deep counsels ...
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... breath . 7 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls , Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ; And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear . PSALM 12. C. M. ELP , Lord , for men of virtue fail , Religion loses ground ...
... breath . 7 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls , Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ; And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear . PSALM 12. C. M. ELP , Lord , for men of virtue fail , Religion loses ground ...
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... breath : He sent salvation from on high , And drew me from the deeps of death . 7 Great were my fears , my foes were great , Much was their strength , and more their rage ; But Christ , my Lord , is conqueror still , In all the wars the ...
... breath : He sent salvation from on high , And drew me from the deeps of death . 7 Great were my fears , my foes were great , Much was their strength , and more their rage ; But Christ , my Lord , is conqueror still , In all the wars the ...
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... breath Drives all my fears away . 4 Thy hand , in sight of all my foes , Doth still my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows , Thine oil anoints my head . 5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days ; Oh may thy house ...
... breath Drives all my fears away . 4 Thy hand , in sight of all my foes , Doth still my table spread ; My cup with blessings overflows , Thine oil anoints my head . 5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days ; Oh may thy house ...
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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