A Selection of Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, from Watts, Doddridge, Merrick, Scott, Cowper, Barbauld, Steele, and Others

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R.H. Small, 1828 - Hymns, English - 556 pages
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Page 129 - 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 noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Page 153 - Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat his mercies in your song.
Page 34 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Page 160 - 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 156 - Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne, Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known.
Page 388 - By which supported still we stand ; The opening year thy mercy shows ; Let mercy crown it till it close. 2 By day, by night, at home, abroad, Still we are guarded by our God ; By his incessant bounty fed, By his unerring counsel led. 3 With grateful hearts the past we own ; The future all to us unknown, We to thy guardian care commit, And peaceful leave before thy feet.
Page 199 - CHRIST, the Lord, is risen to-day, Sons of men and angels say ; Raise your joys and triumphs high ; Sing, ye heavens, — and earth, reply. 2 Love's redeeming work is done ; Fought the fight, the battle won : Lo!
Page 167 - Tis, like the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day ; And through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way.
Page 116 - His sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take: The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. 5 His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.
Page 192 - So let our conversation be : The serpent blended with the dove, Wisdom and meek simplicity. 2 Whene'er the angry passions rise, And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife...

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