The Scottish Psalter: Being the Psalms in Metre, with the Paraphrases, and a Selection of the Prose Psalms. With Appropriate Tunes and Chants
Nelson, 1883 - 258 Seiten
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angels Behold bless blood bring Chant Christ comes crown dark death doth dwell earth eternal ev'n eyes face faith fall Father fear foes friends give glad glorious glory God's grace hand hath head hear heart heaven hills holy hope Hymn Jesus judgment keep King land lift light live Lord mercy mighty morning mouth never night o'er peace permission praise PSALMS raise rejoice rest righteousness rise saints salvation Saviour seek shalt shine sing sins song sorrow soul speak Spirit stand strength sure sweet thanks thee thine things thou art thou hast thoughts throne tongue trust truth Tune turn unto voice wait waters wicked
Seite 210 - And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me : therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy ; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord.
Seite 9 - 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 ? 4.
Seite 204 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not if I might; Choose Thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright.
Seite 76 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : His truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set. 1 Exodus xvii. 11. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Seite 10 - GOD of my life, to thee I call ! Afflicted, at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Seite 85 - For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways ; Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.
Seite 211 - What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Seite 223 - HOW amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts! My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord : my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
Seite 180 - See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply Thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove ; Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage ! Grace which, like the Lord the giver, Never fails from age to age.