Christian Psalmody, in Four Parts: Comprising Dr. Watts's Psalms Abridged; Dr. Watts's Hymns Abridged; Select Hymns from Other Authors; and Select Harmony; Together with Directions for Musical Expression

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Samuel T. Armstrong, 1815 - 224 sider
 

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Side 102 - 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. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honours of our Saviour God, When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the power of sin.
Side 147 - HARK, the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth, and mercy mild, GOD and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies, With th' angelic host proclaim, CHRIST is born in Bethlehem.
Side 192 - Thou mayst smile at all thy foes. 2 See! the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, , Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove: Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst t' assuage ? Grace which, like the Lord the giver, Never fails from age to age.
Side 21 - 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 119 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all...
Side 152 - Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.
Side 85 - How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, ^ And sought, but never found...
Side 76 - 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?
Side 91 - Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made : But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head. 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure ; May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ, the Lord, is pure.
Side 159 - Yet I mourn my stubborn will, Find my sin a grief and thrall : Should I grieve for what I feel, If I did not love at all...

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