Hallelujah, Or, Britain's Second Remembrancer: Bringing to Rembrance (in Praiseful and Penitential Hymns, Spiritual Songs, and Moral Odes,) Meditation, Advancing the Glory of God, in the Practice of Piety and VirtueJ.R. Smith, 1857 - 399 sider |
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23rd Psalm 4th Psalm Anglo-Saxon appear bestow bliss bring British Museum Christ Church cloth comfort command confess creatures death delight desire doth earth ease Edited ev'ry day evermore faith favour fear flesh foes friends GEORGE WITHER give glory God's grief grieve grow Hallelujah hath hear heart heed holy honour hope humble John Yonge Akerman keep labour let Thy likewise live Lord Lord's Prayer Mark Antony meditations mind musings offence original price pain passions peace Piers Ploughman pleasure poetry poets Post 8vo pow'r praise Thee pray Preserve profit remember repent RUSSELL SMITH sanctify Shakespeare Sing sins SOHO SQUARE song song of praise sorrow soul sweet baby Te Deum Ten Commandments thankful thereby therein Thine things Thou art Thou didst Thou dost Thou hast Thou shalt thought Thy grace Thy love Thy mercy Thy name Thy praise Thy Word tongue unto vex'd Vouchsafe Whilst
Populære avsnitt
Side x - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: 18 Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Side 67 - Sweet baby, sleep ! what ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry ? Be still, my child, and lend thine ear, To hear me sing thy lullaby. My pretty lamb, forbear to weep ; Be still, my dear ; sweet baby, sleep. Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear ? What thing to thee can mischief do ? Thy God is now thy Father dear, His holy Spouse, thy mother too. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe ; sweet baby, sleep.
Side x - And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power. Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet. He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
Side vi - He sang of God — the mighty source Of all things — the stupendous force On which all strength depends; From Whose right arm, beneath Whose eyes, All period, power, and enterprise Commences, reigns, and ends.
Side x - Selah. His glory covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise.
Side 68 - When God with us was dwelling here, In little babes He took delight; Such innocents as thou, my dear, Are ever precious in His sight. Sweet baby, then forbear to weep; Be still, my babe; sweet baby, sleep.