A Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Public Worship

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Side 158 - 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.
Side 35 - The Lord ye know is God indeed, Without our aid He did us make ; We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
Side 65 - To the Lord our God belong mercies and forgivenesses, though we have rebelled against him ; Neither have we obeyed the voice of the Lord our God, to walk in his laws, which he set before us by his servants the prophets.
Side 15 - THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, in trouble and in joy, the praises of my God shall still my heart and tongue employ.
Side 132 - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Side 133 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Side 132 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim: Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Side 78 - Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear, It is not night if thou be near ; Oh, may no earth-born cloud arise To hide thee from thy servant's eyes.
Side 77 - Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Side 72 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun, Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.

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