A selection of Psalms and hymns, adapted to the use of the church of st. Margaret, Westminster, by H.H. Milman

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Henry Hart Milman
1838

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Стр. 78 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take : The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Стр. 78 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Стр. 95 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Стр. 60 - Praise the Lord — for he is glorious ; Never shall his promise fail ; God hath made his saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high his power proclaim ; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Laud and magnify his name.
Стр. 11 - 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. 38 - For why? the Lord our God is good, His mercy is for ever sure ; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure.
Стр. 14 - As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. 2 For thee, my God — the living God, My thirsty soul doth pine ; Oh, when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine ! 3...
Стр. 72 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Стр. 69 - Paraclete ! 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. 67 - O'er captive Death and conquer'd Sin ! 3 Ride on ! ride on in majesty ! The winged squadrons of the sky Look down with sad and wondering eyes, To see the approaching sacrifice ! 4 Ride on ! ride on in majesty...

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