The Book of psalms, literally rendered in verse, by the Marquis of Lorne

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John Douglas Sutherland CAMPBELL (Duke of Argyll.)
Macmillan & Company, 1877 - 570 pages
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Page 546 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Page 566 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 567 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 347 - ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell ; Come ye before him and rejoice.
Page 535 - To this the joyful nations round, All tribes and tongues shall flow ; Up to the hill of God, they'll say, And to his house, we'll go.
Page 55 - LORD are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the LORD is pure, enlightening the eyes. 9 The fear of the LORD is clean, enduring for ever : the judgments of the LORD are true and righteous altogether. 10 More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
Page 567 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.
Page 347 - The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; Without our aid He did us make : We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
Page 531 - Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before Thy throne of grace; God of our fathers, be the God Of their succeeding race.
Page 565 - WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God ! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.

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