Psalms and Hymns for Public Worship: Containing All the Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts which are Deemed Valuable, Together with a New Version of All the Psalms and Many Original Hymns Besides a Large Collection from Other Writers

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Wm. Pierce, 1835 - 690 oldal
 

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51. oldal - 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.
51. oldal - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
31. oldal - This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere ; When shall I wake and find me there...
208. oldal - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing: To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night.
653. oldal - It Is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord : and to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High; To show forth thy lovingkindness in the morning: and thy faithfulness every night.
652. oldal - Be ye sure that the Lord he is God : it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
509. oldal - And works his sovereign, will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
653. oldal - O COME, let us sing unto the Lord; * let us heartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation.
575. oldal - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
208. oldal - David's harp of solemn sound ! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless His works, and bless His word ; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! How deep Thy counsels, how divine ! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high ; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish till Thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death.

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