Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private, and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the United States of AmericaPresbyterian Board of Publication, 1843 - Всего страниц: 564 |
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... foes increase ! Conspiring my eternal death , They break my present peace . 2 The lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven , And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven . 3 But thou , my glory and my strength ...
... foes increase ! Conspiring my eternal death , They break my present peace . 2 The lying tempter would persuade There's no relief in heaven , And all my growing sins appear Too great to be forgiven . 3 But thou , my glory and my strength ...
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... foes : I woke and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose . 6 What though the hosts of death and hell , All armed , against me stood : Terrors no more shall shake my soul ; My refuge is my God . 7 Arise , O Lord , fulfil thy grace ...
... foes : I woke and wondered at the grace That guarded my repose . 6 What though the hosts of death and hell , All armed , against me stood : Terrors no more shall shake my soul ; My refuge is my God . 7 Arise , O Lord , fulfil thy grace ...
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... foes to shame . 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace My God prepares his throne To judge the world in righteousness , And make his justice known . 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor opprest , To save the people of his ...
... foes to shame . 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace My God prepares his throne To judge the world in righteousness , And make his justice known . 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove For all the poor opprest , To save the people of his ...
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... foes shall fall with heedless feet Into the pit they made ; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread . 4 Thus by thy judgments , mighty God ! Are thy deep counsels known ; When men of mischief are destroyed , In ...
... foes shall fall with heedless feet Into the pit they made ; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread . 4 Thus by thy judgments , mighty God ! Are thy deep counsels known ; When men of mischief are destroyed , In ...
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... but earth and dust . PSALM 11. L. M. MY refuge is the God of love ; Why do my foes insult and cry , " Fly like a timorous trembling dove , To distant woods or mountains fly ? " 2 Behold the wicked bend their bow , And fit PSALM 11 . 19.
... but earth and dust . PSALM 11. L. M. MY refuge is the God of love ; Why do my foes insult and cry , " Fly like a timorous trembling dove , To distant woods or mountains fly ? " 2 Behold the wicked bend their bow , And fit PSALM 11 . 19.
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adore almighty angels Behold bless blest blood breath cheerful Christ church command congregation darkness dear death divine dreadful dust dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear feet flesh flowing tears foes glorious glory gospel gracious guilt Hallelujah hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls Israel Jehovah Jesus joyful judicatory King Lamb Lamb of God light live Lord Lord's supper mercy seat mighty minister mortal mourn ne'er o'er pain pardoning peace pray prayer Presbytery PSALM PSALM 51 PSALM 89 raise Redeemer reigns rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrows soul sovereign Spirit spread sweet tears thee thine thou art thy face thy grace thy hand thy love thy name thy power thy praise thy throne thy word tongue truth voice wakeful eyes wonders wondrous worship ye saints
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Стр. 147 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day...
Стр. 147 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died"— they cry, "To be exalted thus :"— "Worthy the Lamb"— our lips reply,
Стр. 64 - Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved to sin no more.
Стр. 379 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Стр. 18 - 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. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as...
Стр. 223 - And sailed through bloody seas ? 3 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 ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported, by thy word.
Стр. 223 - AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas...
Стр. 23 - 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. 252 - 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. 178 - In darkest shades if he appear, My dawning is begun ! He is my soul's sweet morning star, And he my rising sun. 3 The opening heavens around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shows his heart is mine, And whispers, ' I am his !' 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up with joy the shining way, T