Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America
Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A., Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. (Old School). Board of Publication
Presbyterian Board of Publication, 1843 - 564 Seiten
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adore almighty angels Behold bless blest blood breath cheerful Christ church command darkness dear death divine dreadful dust dwell earth endless eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear feet flesh flowing tears foes give glorious glory gospel gracious guilt Hallelujah hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls Israel Jehovah Jesus joyful judicatory King Lamb Lamb of God Law and Gospel light live Lord Lord's supper love restore mercy seat mighty minister mortal mourn ne'er o'er pain pardon peace pray prayer Presbytery promise raise Redeemer reigns rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins Sion skies song sorrows soul sovereign Spirit sweet tears thee thine thy face thy grace thy hand thy love thy name thy power thy praise thy throne thy word tongue trust truth voice wakeful eyes wonders wondrous worship ye saints
Seite 267 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Seite 149 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues. Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Seite 164 - 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,
Seite 114 - Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream : All the fitness He requireth, Is to feel your need of Him. This He gives you ; 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam.
Seite 265 - AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas...
Seite 133 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Seite 415 - I would not live alway: no, welcome the tomb; Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom: There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.
Seite 228 - 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 323 - Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels...