Church Psalmist: Or, Psalms and Hymns, Designed for the Public, Social, and Private Use of Evangelical Christians. Containing, Also, Directions for Musical Expression. With Supplement

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Presbyterian Publication Committee, 1847 - 723 páginas
 

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Página 123 - People and realms of every tongue, Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.
Página 466 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Página 465 - FOR a closer walk with God ! A. calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Página 333 - Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! And O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me ! Joseph (Iriffg.
Página 21 - Wake and lift up thyself, my heart ; And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King.
Página 479 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Página 345 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God ; All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Página 314 - Christ. 1. MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine.
Página 429 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay; Time shall soon this earth remove: Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above. 2 Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course; Fire ascending seeks the sun; Both speed them to their source: So a soul that 's born of God, Pants to view his glorious face, Upward tends to his abode, To rest in his embrace.
Página 406 - Well might the sun in darkness hide, And shut his glories in, When Christ, the mighty Maker, died For man the creature's sin. 4 Thus might I hide my blushing face, While his dear cross appears ; Dissolve" my heart in thankfulness, And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe ; Here, Lord, I give myself away, 'Tis all that I can do.

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