The Christian Psalmist: Or, Watts' Psalms and Hymns, with Copious Selections from Other SourcesD. Fanshaw, 1839 - 623 oldal |
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adore Almighty angels Barby Behold bless blest blood breath C. M.-Barby C. M.-Colchester cheerful Christ cr f darkness death divine Dunchurch dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes faith Father fear feet flowing tears foes glorious gospel gracious guilt hath hear heart heav'n heav'nly hell holy honors hope Hosanna humble humble souls Hymn Israel Jehovah Jesus joyful King L. M.-Luton let thy light live Lord Luton mercy seat mourn ne'er night o'er peace pow'r prayer Psalm Redeemer reigns rejoice righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour Saviour bleed shine sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sovereign Spirit sweet tears thee thine thou art thou hast thy face thy grace thy hand thy love thy mercy thy name thy praise thy throne thy word tongue trembling trust truth Uxbridge voice waking eyes wondrous ye saints Zion ст
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368. oldal - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
340. oldal - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
39. oldal - THE heavens declare thy glory Lord ; In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess ; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
152. 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.
273. oldal - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, — 'While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
226. oldal - For her my tears shall fall, For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4. Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways, Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.
468. oldal - King ; He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! / 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight. 5 The watchmen join their voice, And tuneful notes employ; Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And deserts learn the joy. 6 The Lord makes bare his arm Through all the earth abroad ; Let every nation now behold Their Saviour...
406. oldal - The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruits on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. 6 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sacred sweets Before we reach the heavenly fields, Or walk the golden streets.
240. oldal - LL praise my Maker with my 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.
156. oldal - When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honor sing ; The Lord's a God of boundless might, The whole creation's King. 3 Let princes hear, let angels know, How mean their natures seem, (Those gods on high, and gods below,) When once compared with him. 4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, Lies in his spacious hand ; He fixed the seas what bounds to keep, And where the hills must stand.