Select Portions of Psalms and Hymns for the Use of Trinity Church, St. Mary-Le-Bone (Google eBook)

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W. Reynolds, 1831 - Hymns, English - 119 pages
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Page 131 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Page 36 - 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 ; O ! when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine...
Page 30 - ICM rPHROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.
Page 111 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Page 50 - TO bless thy chosen race, In mercy, LORD, incline ; And cause the brightness of thy face On all thy saints to shine : 2 That so thy wondrous way May through the world be known ; While distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.
Page 22 - THE LORD himself, the mighty LORD, Vouchsafes to be my guide; The shepherd, by whose constant care My wants are all supplied. 2 In tender grass he makes me feed, / And gently there repose ; ** Then leads me to cool shades, and where Refreshing water flows.
Page 91 - THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down; My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceived by me. 2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys, My public haunts and private ways ; Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent, My yet unuttered words...
Page 125 - There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay, " Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, " Ye everlasting doors give way!
Page 74 - O RENDER thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love ; Whose mercy firm through ages past Has stood, and shall for ever last. 2 Who can His mighty deeds express, Not only vast but numberless ? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise?
Page 57 - The brightness of thy face ! 2 My longing soul faints with desire To view thy blest abode ; My panting heart and flesh cry out For thee, the living God.

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