A Selection from Tate and Brady's Version of the Psalms: With Hymns by Various Authors; for the Use of the Church in Brattle-Square
Richardson and Lord, 1825 - 513 Seiten
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adore appear bear blessings blest bliss bounty breath bright bring cheerful Christ Christian command crown darkness death delight desire divine earth eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feet flow frame give glorious glory gracious grateful ground guard hand happy hear heart heav'n heav'nly holy honours hope hour humble HYMN Jesus keep kind King known land light live Lord mind morning mortal nature never night o'er pain path peace pleasures pow'r praise proclaim promise race raise reigns rest rise roll sacred saints Saviour scene Seasons sense shade shine sing skies songs soul sound spirit spread spring stand sweet thee thine things thou thoughts thousand throne thy grace thy love thy name thy praise thy word tongue trust truth various voice Whilst whole wisdom wise wonders worship
Seite 37 - 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.
Seite 70 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His Name.
Seite 79 - SO let our lips and lives express The holy gospel we profess ; So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine.
Seite 3 - BEHOLD the morning sun Begins his glorious way ; His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey. 2 But where the gospel comes, It spreads diviner light, It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.
Seite 72 - THE heavens declare thy glory Lord ; In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess ; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
Seite 20 - God, my king, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee.
Seite 21 - Thy tuneful praises raised on high Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, And all its powers of language fail, Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, And mean the thanks I cannot speak.
Seite 162 - This is my body, broke for sin ; Receive and eat the living food ;' Then took the cup, and blessed the wine : ' 'Tis the new covenant in my blood.' 4 ' Do this,' he cried, ' till time shall end, In memory of your dying Friend ; Meet at my table, and record The love of your departed Lord.