A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Social and Private Worship

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New York, 1824 - Всего страниц: 420

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Стр. 304 - Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
Стр. 142 - COME, said Jesus' sacred voice, Come and make my paths your choice : I will guide you to your home ; Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 2 Thou, who, houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste ! 3 Ye, who, tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain ; Ye, whose...
Стр. 23 - And praise on every tongue. 4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join To hail this welcome morn, Which scatters blessings from its wings To nations yet unborn.
Стр. 227 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
Стр. 230 - Thy pleasure mine. 2 Why should I shrink at Thy command, Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears...
Стр. 98 - 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 they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Стр. 284 - THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.
Стр. 369 - O blest abode ! I shall be near and like my God ! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul.
Стр. 27 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations ! bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy.
Стр. 244 - Twas mercy filled the throne, And wrath stood silent by, When Christ was sent with pardons down To rebels doomed to die. 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrow cease ; Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offered peace.

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