Collected Works

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130 ページ - BEHOLD, the morning sun Begins his glorious way ; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light ; It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.
36 ページ - How beauteous are their feet Who stand on Zion's hill, Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal I 2 How charming is their voice ! How sweet the tidings are ! " Zion ! behold thy Saviour King ; He reigns and triumphs here.
lxix ページ - O daughter of Babylon, who art to be destroyed; Happy shall he be that rewardeth thee as thou hast served us. Happy shall he be that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
84 ページ - He formed the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all His own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at His throne, Come, bow before the Lord : "We are His work, and not our own, He formed us by His word.
xlv ページ - O come, let us sing unto the Lord : let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.
356 ページ - 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad ! Let every nation now behold Their Saviour and their God.
325 ページ - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, — Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
4 ページ - WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms. 2 Are we not tending upward, too, As fast as time can move ? Nor would we wish the hours more slow, To keep us from our Love.
399 ページ - SINNERS, turn ! why will ye die ? God, your Maker, asks you why ; God, who did your being give, Made you with Himself to live ; He the fatal cause demands, Asks the work of His own hands ; "Why, ye thankless creatures, why Will ye cross His love, and die ? 2 Sinners, turn ; why will ye die ? God, your Saviour, asks you why ; God, who did your souls retrieve, Died Himself, that ye might live.
151 ページ - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.