Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian Devotion, in Publick and Private. Selected from the Best Authors, with Variations and Additions

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John Clarke
Thomas Wells. no. 3 Hanover-street. Lincoln & Edmands, printers, 1817 - Всего страниц: 507
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Стр. 10 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...
Стр. 33 - To be exalted thus :" "Worthy the LAMB," our lips reply, For He was slain for us.
Стр. 221 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to His blood.
Стр. 138 - 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. 253 - Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing.
Стр. 217 - 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. 135 - 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 works, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
Стр. 139 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Стр. 249 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
Стр. 137 - JOY to the world ! the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing. 2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ; Let men their songs employ ; While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains. Repeat the sounding joy.

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