The Psalmist: A New Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Baptist Churches |
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adore angels appear arise bear Behold bless blest blood breath bright bring cheerful Christ cross crown darkness death delight divine dwell earth endless eternal eyes face faith Father fear feet flow forever Friend give glorious glory grace gracious hand hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour humble hymns Jesus join King Lamb land light live Lord meet mercy mind morning mortal never night o'er pain peace praise pray prayer proclaim promise raise Redeemer reign rejoice rest rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine sing sinners sins skies song sorrows soul sound sovereign Spirit spread stand strength sweet tears thee thine thou thou art thoughts thousand throne thy grace thy word tongue trust truth voice WATTS wings wonders
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Стр. 480 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Стр. 362 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Стр. 398 - GOD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home...
Стр. 363 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Стр. 143 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Стр. 480 - Messiah's name. 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Стр. 605 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Стр. 2 - 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. 45 - 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. 415 - One family we dwell in him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death.