A Selection from Tate and Brady's Version of the Psalms: With Hymns by Various Authors; for the Use of the Church in Brattle-Square

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Richardson and Lord, 1825 - Hymns, English - 513 pages
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Page 37 - He formed the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord ; We are his works, and not our own ; He formed us by his word.
Page 186 - 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.
Page 70 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name.
Page 79 - SO let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess ; So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine.
Page 3 - BEHOLD the morning sun Begins his glorious way ; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.
Page 72 - THE heavens declare thy glory Lord ; In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess ; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
Page 20 - God, my king, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee.
Page 21 - Thy tuneful praises raised on high Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
Page 161 - This is my body, broke for sin ; Receive and eat the living food ;' Then took the cup, and blessed the wine : ' 'Tis the new covenant in my blood.' 4 ' Do this,' he cried, ' till time shall end, In memory of your dying Friend ; Meet at my table, and record The love of your departed Lord.

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