The Psalter and canticles in the morning and evening services of the Church of England, divided and pointed for chanting by J. Calvert (Google eBook)

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John Calvert (choir-master)
1844
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Section 9
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Page 3 - For look how high the heaven is in comparison of the earth ; so great is his mercy also toward them that fear Him.
Page 29 - Because he hath inclined his ear unto me, therefore will I call upon him as long as I live.
Page 11 - Thou preparedst room before it, and didst cause it to take deep root, and it filled the land. The hills were covered with the shadow of it, and the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars. She sent out her boughs unto the sea, and her branches unto the river.
Page 27 - O thou sea, that thou fleddest : and thou Jordan, that thou wast driven back ? 6 Ye mountains, that ye skipped like rams : and ye little hills, like young sheep ? 7 Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the Lord : at the presence of the God of Jacob ; 8 Who turned the hard rock into a standing water : and the flint-stone into a springing well.
Page 31 - I called upon the Lord in trouble : and the Lord heard me at large. 6 The Lord is on my side : I will not fear what man doeth unto me.
Page xxix - So the Father is God, the Son is God, and the Holy Ghost is God; and yet they are not three gods, but one God.
Page 98 - Let Israel rejoice in him that made him: let the children of Zion be joyful in their King. 3 Let them praise his name in the dance: let them sing praises unto him with the timbrel and harp.
Page xxx - For the right Faith is, that we believe | and con'fess : that our Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, is God and | Man ; God, of the Substance of the Father, begotten be|fore the' worlds : and Man, of the Substance of his Mother, born in the | world...
Page lxiii - I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
Page 75 - As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man ; so are children of the youth. Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them : they shall not be ashamed, but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

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