Psalms and Hymns for Public Worship: Selected for the Use of the Parish Churches of Islington

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Richard Watts, printer, 1841 - 275 sider

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Side 119 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin.
Side 223 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb William Cowper.
Side 14 - 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...
Side 201 - Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror.
Side 223 - OH ! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, — A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Side 180 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river. From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Side 69 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Side 133 - Anoint and cheer our soiled face With the abundance of Thy grace. Keep far our foes, give peace at home ; Where Thou art guide, no ill can come. Teach us to know the Father, Son, And Thee, of both, to be but One. That, through the ages all along, This may be our endless song ; Praise to Thy eternal merit, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
Side 195 - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
Side 87 - I've 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.

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