adore Almighty angels appear bear Behold blessings blest blood breath bright bring cheerful Christ church command darkness dead dear death deep delight divine dreadful dust dwell dying earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feet flesh foes forever give glorious glory grace hand hast head hear heart heaven heavenly hell hills holy honours hope hour humble HYMN Jesus join justice keep King known land light live Lord mighty mind mortal nature never night pain peace praise promise PSALM race rage raise reigns rejoice rest righteousness rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour shine sing sinners sins skies song sons soul sound sovereign Spirit spread stand sweet thee thine thou thoughts throne thy grace thy word tongue trust truth voice wait wonders wondrous wrath
169 psl. - A thousand ages in thy sight are like an evening gone, short as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun.
555 psl. - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 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...
423 psl. - 11 confess, O Lord, to thee, What feeble things we are. 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay ; A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. 3 Our life contains a thousand springs. And dies, if one be gone ; Strange ! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long.
436 psl. - In vain we tune our formal songs ; In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
434 psl. - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
413 psl. - WHY do we mourn departing friends, Or shake at death's alarms? 'Tis but the voice that Jesus sends To call them to his arms.
462 psl. - GREAT God, how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee.
71 psl. - Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord ; And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promised in thy word. 36 SECOND PART. - CM WHILE men grow bold in wicked ways, And yet a God they own, My heart within me often says, "Their thoughts believe there's none.
277 psl. - Thine all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest; My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they 're formed within ; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! Where can a creature hide?
101 psl. - So let thy pardoning love be found. 3 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean ; Here on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace : Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemned, but thou art clear.