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adore Almighty angels Behold bless blest bliss breath cheerful Christ Common Metre death delight divine Doddridge dust dwell earth eternal ev'ry everlasting everlasting song exalted eyes faith Father fear feet flowing tears foes glorious God's gospel gracious happy hast hath hear heart heav'n heav'nly holy honours hope humble humble souls Hymn immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King let thy light live Long Metre Lord mighty mortal mourn o'er pain peace pray'r proclaim Psalm race raise reigns rejoice repentant song righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine Short Metre sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sov'reign Spirit spread stand Tate thee thine thy command thy face thy grace thy hand thy love Thy mercy thy name thy pow'r thy praise thy throne thy word tongue trust truth voice wakeful eyes Watts Watts united Whilst wilt wondrous ye saints
Page 217 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 231 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Page 135 - 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. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
Page 217 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Page 223 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet ? Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Page 216 - To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.
Page 64 - Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing the praise of him who is thy God, thy health's eternal spring.
Page 54 - Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round...