An American Version of the Psalms of David: Suited to the State of the Church in the Present Age of the World |
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6 Mortals , to him your voices raise , Let earth assist the heavenly throng , Let
pure devotion sing his praise , And understanding guide the song . 7 Exalt his
name in lofty strains , The God of Abraham wears the shield , O'er all the world
the ...
6 Mortals , to him your voices raise , Let earth assist the heavenly throng , Let
pure devotion sing his praise , And understanding guide the song . 7 Exalt his
name in lofty strains , The God of Abraham wears the shield , O'er all the world
the ...
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2 No foe shall enter where you dwell , Or if the plague come nigh , And sweep the
wicked down to hell , " Twill raise his saints on high . 3 He gives his angels
charge to keep Your feet in all his ways , To watch your pillow while you sleep ,
And ...
2 No foe shall enter where you dwell , Or if the plague come nigh , And sweep the
wicked down to hell , " Twill raise his saints on high . 3 He gives his angels
charge to keep Your feet in all his ways , To watch your pillow while you sleep ,
And ...
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6 What swarms of foes like angry bees , Thro faith I soon o'ercame , They rag'd
like fire among the trees , But God subdu'd the flame . n I shall not die , but live to
praise My Savior and my King , High as the heavens my voice I raise , And my ...
6 What swarms of foes like angry bees , Thro faith I soon o'ercame , They rag'd
like fire among the trees , But God subdu'd the flame . n I shall not die , but live to
praise My Savior and my King , High as the heavens my voice I raise , And my ...
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6 Ye mourning souls , ascribe the praise To God , on whom you rest , He ' ll far
exceed the hopes you raise , And make your sufferings blest . ✓ The patient soul
, the lowly mind , Shall have a large reward ; Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd , And
...
6 Ye mourning souls , ascribe the praise To God , on whom you rest , He ' ll far
exceed the hopes you raise , And make your sufferings blest . ✓ The patient soul
, the lowly mind , Shall have a large reward ; Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd , And
...
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15 Insects the least of all To God your voices raise , Nor think your little tongues
too small To sing your Maker's praise . 16 By tongues of every race , His honors
are exprest , But saints , who know his heavenly grace , Should learn to praise
him ...
15 Insects the least of all To God your voices raise , Nor think your little tongues
too small To sing your Maker's praise . 16 By tongues of every race , His honors
are exprest , But saints , who know his heavenly grace , Should learn to praise
him ...
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Стр. 155 - MY God, in whom are all the springs Of boundless love and grace unknown, Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heavens I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform ; He sends his angels from the sky, And saves me from the threatening storm.
Стр. 346 - And keep the solemn day"! 2 I love her gates; I love the road; The church, adorned with grace, Stands like a palace built for God To show his milder face. 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4...
Стр. 246 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing, To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Стр. 267 - 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. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make his blessings flow Far as the curse is found.
Стр. 143 - THOU, that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin ; Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
Стр. 270 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Стр. 141 - SHOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive, Let a repenting rebel live ; Are not thy mercies large and free ? May not a sinner trust in thee...
Стр. 229 - His mercy visits every house That pay their night and morning vows ; But makes a more delightful stay Where churches meet to praise and pray.
Стр. 143 - Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. i SECOND PART. LM Original and actual Sin confessed. 1 T ORD, I am vile, conceived in sin, -*-* And born unholy and unclean ; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death : Thy law demands a perfect heart, But we're defiled in every part.