The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, of the Rev. Isaac Watts, P. P: To which are Added, Select Hymns, from Other Authors; and Directions for Musical Expression

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Crocker & Brewster, 1856 - 776 páginas

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Página 670 - 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 773 - Sing unto the Lord ; for he hath done excellent things: This is known in all the earth. Cry out and shout, thou inhabitant of Zion : For great is the Holy One of Israel in the midst of thee.
Página 186 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun.
Página 631 - When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply ; Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest.
Página 280 - 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 392 - The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 4 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
Página 559 - Other refuge have I none; Hangs my helpless soul on Thee; Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Página 268 - Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known ; He knows the words I mean to speak, Ere from my opening lips they break.
Página 631 - GLORY to Thee, my God this night, For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own Almighty wings.
Página 593 - ETERNAL Source of every joy, Well may Thy praise our lips employ, While in Thy temple we appear To hail Thee, Sovereign of the year.

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