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Adored allays my fears aught should tempt bestow Who felt boundless breast bright collection of Sacred conflict—but the last counts and treasures dangerous hour days are dark didst weep o'er dismayed my spirit Divides me—for earth severer woe Experienced every human eyes feeble felt on earth felt temptation's power Glenelg glorious griefs hasten Hath Hear our solemn heart heaven but Thee heavenly wisdom's narrow Hosanna hymn love my bosom me—for a little NEW-STREET SQUARE o'er Lazarus dead o'er some stone pain and woe PARLIAMENT STREET pitying aid bestow pomp PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE PSALM SACRED POEMS Saviour seraph shared His daily shine Sir Robert Grant solemn Litany sore dismayed sorrowing o'er soul to stray SQUARE AND PARLIAMENT stone I bend stray From heavenly Sweet brooklet sweetly tempt my soul Thine Thou didst weep Thou showedst Thy praise Thy word vexing thoughts warbling bowers weep o'er Lazarus wounded love
Page 35 - Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, Nor find Thee to fail ; Thy mercies how tender, How firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend...
Page 3 - For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 5 And O, when I have safely past Through every conflict — but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed, — for thou hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.
Page 33 - WORSHIP the King All glorious above, O gratefully sing His power and His love, — Our shield and defender, The Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour, And girded with praise.
Page 8 - Yet, amidst this scene so fair, Should I cease Thy smile to share, What were all its joys to me ? Whom have I on earth but Thee...
Page 34 - Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, It shines in the light; It streams from the hills, It descends to the plain, And sweetly distils In the dew and the rain.
Page 24 - The hopes that holy word supplies, Its truths divine and precepts wise — In each a heavenly beam I see, And every beam conducts to thee.
Page 1 - For we have not an High Priest who cannot be touched with the feeling" of our infirmities, but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.
Page 6 - By thine hour of dire despair, By thine agony of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear, and torturing scorn, By the gloom that veiled the skies...