The Psalms of David: imitated in the language of the New Testament, and applied to the Christian state and worship, Issue 43340 (Google eBook)

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Published by Nathan Burrill, 1818 - Bible - 585 pages
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Page 181 - A thousand ages in thy sight are like an evening gone, short as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun.
Page 569 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown...
Page 437 - 11 confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are. 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay ; A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. 3 Our life contains a thousand springs. And dies, if one be gone ; Strange ! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.
Page 450 - In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Page 448 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Page 425 - WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.
Page 476 - GREAT God, how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee.
Page 79 - Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord ; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. 36 SECOND PART. - CM WHILE men grow bold in wicked ways, And yet a God they own, My heart within me often says, "Their thoughts believe there's none.
Page 289 - Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest; My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they 're formed within ; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! Where can a creature hide?
Page 111 - So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace : Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear.

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