Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian Devotion, in Publick and Private. Selected from the Best Authors, with Variations and Additions
Thomas Wells. no. 3 Hanover-street. Lincoln & Edmands, printers, 1817 - Всего страниц: 507
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adore almighty angels appear bear Behold bless blest breath bright bring cheerful Christ command Common Metre dark death delight divine dust dwell earth eternal eyes face faith Father fear feet flow foes give glorious glory grace hand happy hast head hear heart heaven heavenly holy honours hope hour humble Hymn Jesus join kind King land light live Long Metre Lord mighty mind mortal nature never night o'er pain peace praise proclaim Psalm race raise reigns rejoice rest rich righteous rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine Short sing sinners sins skies song sons soul sound sovereign speak spirit spread stand STEELE strength thee thine thou thoughts thousand throne thy grace thy name thy word tongue trust truth voice wait WATTS Whilst wonders
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. 233 - 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. 265 - 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. 261 - 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.