The Dulcimer: Or, The New York Collection of Sacred Music. Constituting a Large and Choice Variety of New Tunes, Chants, Anthems, Motetts, &c., from the Best Foreign and American Composers, with All the Old Tunes in Common Use. Together with a Concise Elementary Course ...
F.J. Huntington, 1850 - 352 Seiten
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Seite 299 - 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 noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Seite 298 - For a thousand years in Thy sight Are but as yesterday when it is past, And as a watch in the night. Thou carriest them away as with a flood ; they are as a sleep : In the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up ; In the evening it is cut down, and...
Seite 139 - THERE is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; And sinners, plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.
Seite 123 - While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains, Repeat the sounding joy. 3. No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make his blessings flow, Far as the curse is found.
Seite 62 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Seite 293 - Be ye sure that the Lord he is God : it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves ; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Seite 84 - 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.
Seite 299 - Oh for a closer walk with God! A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!
Seite 298 - For a thousand years in thy sight are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night. Thou earnest them away as with a flood : they are as a sleep : in the morning they are like grass which groweth up. In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up ; in the evening it is cut down, and withereth.
Seite 294 - With his own right hand, and with his holy arm, hath he gotten himself the victory. 3 The LORD declared his salvation ; his righteousness hath he openly showed in the sight of the heathen. 4 He hath remembered his mercy and truth toward the house of Israel, and all the ends of the world have seen the salvation of our GOD.