Psalms and Hymns: Adapted to Social, Private, and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America : Approved and Authorized by the General Assembly
Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1843 - Всего страниц: 754
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Стр. 577 - LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace : O refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels' wings to heaven, Glad the summons to obey, May we ever Reign...
Стр. 435 - COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, With all thy quickening powers, Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours. 2 Look how we grovel here below, Fond of these trifling toys : Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys.
Стр. 498 - Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last! 2 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 staid, All my help from Thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
Стр. 271 - THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land, The work of an almighty hand.
Стр. 586 - GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God; He, whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode: On the rock of ages founded — What can shake thy sure repose ? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
Стр. 497 - JESU, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high : Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide, O receive my soul at last.
Стр. 314 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there.
Стр. 240 - 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.