A collection of psalms and hymns, chiefly intended for public worship, by R. Hill. [With] (Google eBook)

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Rowland Hill
1810
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Page 79 - 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.
Page 17 - WELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast And these rejoicing eyes. 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit and see him here, And love and praise and pray.
Page 198 - Prince of peace ! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings : Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Page 73 - Each moment draw from earth away My heart, that lowly waits Thy call ; Speak to my inmost soul, and say, " I am thy Love, thy God, thy All ! " To feel Thy power, to hear Thy voice, To taste Thy love, be all my choice.
Page 235 - As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise; All below is but a dream.
Page 241 - But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe: Here, Lord, I give myself away, Tis all that I can do.
Page 16 - O happy souls that pray Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men that pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; And happy they That love the way To Zion's hill.
Page 81 - Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor, dying rate ! Our love so faint, so cold to Thee, And Thine to us so great...
Page 53 - Thou, O Christ ! art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find ; Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind : Just and holy is Thy name ; I am all unrighteousness ; False and full of sin I am, Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 241 - 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 ? 4. Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.

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