A Collection of Psalms and Hymns for Christian Worship

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Carter, Hendee, 1835 - 560 Seiten
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Seite 138 - Ye fearful saints ! fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Seite 53 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That, with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 3 Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed; To die, that this vile body may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Seite 148 - The Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 395 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Seite 312 - OVE divine, all love excelling, •*-"' Joy of heaven, to earth come down ; Fix in us Thy humble dwelling ; All Thy faithful mercies crown.
Seite 187 - JOY to the world, — the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King ; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing.
Seite 243 - YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name.
Seite 153 - Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay, No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
Seite 232 - WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, •'*• And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 Tis...

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