Selections from the Psalms of David in Metre: With Hymns, Suited to the Feasts and Fasts of the Church, and Other Occasions of Public Worship

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Delisser and Proctor, 1858 - 270 ページ
 

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263 ページ - Thou art the Truth, thy word alone True wisdom can impart ; Thou only canst inform the mind And purify the heart. 3 Thou art the Life, the rending tomb Proclaims thy conquering arm, And those who put their trust in thee Nor death nor hell shall harm. 4 Thou art the Way...
229 ページ - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made...
162 ページ - HARK, the glad sound, the Saviour comes, The Saviour promised long ! Let every heart prepare a throne, And every voice a song. 2...
259 ページ - Through each perplexing path of life Our wandering footsteps guide : Give us each day our daily bread. And raiment fit provide. 4 O spread thy covering wings around, Till all our wanderings cease, And, at our Father's loved abode, Our souls arrive in peace.
146 ページ - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
179 ページ - CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day,' Sons of men and angels say ! Raise your joys and triumphs high, Sing ye heavens, and earth reply.
247 ページ - 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.
250 ページ - WOULD not live alway : I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
171 ページ - Low we bow th' adoring knee ; When repentant, to the skies Scarce we lift our streaming eyes ; Oh, by all thy pains and woe, Suffered once for man below, Bending from thy throne on high, Hear our solemn litany.
172 ページ - My God, permit me not to be A stranger to myself and thee; Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove Forgetful of my highest love. 2 Why should my passions mix with earth, And thus debase my heavenly birth? Why should I cleave to things below, And let my God, my Saviour go?

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