The Psalms and Hymns of the Late Dr. Isaac Watts, Volume 2

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Francis Westley, 1821 - Hymns
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Page 284 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Page 199 - MY God ! the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights ! 2 In darkest shades if he appear, My dawning is begun : He is my soul's sweet morning star, And he my rising sun.
Page 281 - MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine.
Page 159 - rest, That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Page 211 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4. ' There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest ; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Page 56 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs, With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 "Worthy the Lamb that died"— they cry, "To be exalted thus :"— "Worthy the Lamb"— our lips reply,
Page 282 - Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys ! How bright their glories be ! 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins and doubts and fears.
Page 211 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
Page 175 - COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
Page 40 - Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease ? While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...

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