Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian Devotion in Public and Private. Selected from the Best Authors, with Variations and Additions
Thomas and Andrews, and West and Blake, 1812 - 507 psl.
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adore almighty angels Behold bless blest bliss breath cheerful Christ Common Metre death delight divine DODDRIDGE dust dwell earth eternal everlasting everlasting song exalted eyes faith Father fear feet flowing tears foes glorious God's gospel gracious happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls HYMN immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King let thy light live Long Metre Lord mighty mortal mourn o'er pain peace proclaim PSALM raise reigns rejoice repentant song righteous rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine Short Metre sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sovereign spirit spread stand STEELE TATE thee thine Thou art thy command thy face thy grace thy hand thy love Thy mercy thy name thy power thy praise thy throne thy word tongue trust truth voice WATTS WATTS united Whilst wilt wonders wondrous ye saints
138 psl. - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again. 3...
39 psl. - 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 noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
30 psl. - 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.
215 psl. - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
10 psl. - Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas ? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...
217 psl. - 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.
52 psl. - Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round...
10 psl. - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure, I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ! I '11 bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.