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Стр. 377 - YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His name. 3 Watch...
Стр. 156 - HOW beauteous are their feet, Who stand on Zion's hill ! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal ! 2 How charming is their voice ! How sweet the tidings are ! — " Zion, behold thy Saviour King ! He reigns and triumphs here.
Стр. 68 - When all thy mercies, O my God ! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.
Стр. 112 - MY soul, repeat his praise Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.
Стр. 203 - THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord, In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines.
Стр. 13 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Стр. 23 - 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 us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3...
Стр. 72 - 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.
Стр. 156 - While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground: He comes to make his blessings flow, Far as the curse is found. 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteousness, And wonders of his love.