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Page 47 - I have set the Lord always before me : Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth : My flesh also shall rest in hope. For thou wilt not leave my soul in hell ; Neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou wilt show me the path of life : In thy presence is fulness of joy ; At thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.
Page 46 - Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy loving kindness ; according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.
Page 325 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so ; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the bass of heaven's deep organ blow And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 43 - Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted in me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.
Page 324 - As Joseph was a-walking, He heard an angel sing: "This night shall be born Our heavenly King. "He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. "He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen, As were babies all. "He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle That rocks on the mould. "He neither shall be christened In white wine nor red, But with fair spring water With which we were christened.