The Whole Book of Psalms, in Metre: With Hymns, Suited to the Feasts and Fasts of the Church, and Other Occasions of Public Worship

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60. oldal - As pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase ; So longs my soul, O God, for Thee, And Thy refreshing grace.
32. oldal - THE LORD himself, the mighty LORD, Vouchsafes to be my guide; The shepherd, by whose constant care My wants are all supplied. 2 In tender grass he makes me feed, And gently there repose ; Then leads me to cool shades, and where Refreshing water flows.
138. oldal - COME, loud anthems let us sing. Loud thanks to our Almighty King ; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's Rock we praise. 2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favours passed ; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs.
3. oldal - HOW blest is he who ne'er consents By ill advice to walk, Nor stands in sinners...
90. oldal - O bless thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline, And cause the brightness of thy face On all thy saints to shine ; — 2 That so thy wondrous way May through the world be known ; While distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.
46. oldal - Fear him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear; Make you his service your delight, Your wants shall be his care.
154. oldal - Whose mercy firm through ages past Has stood, and shall for ever last. 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast but numberless ? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise ? 3 Extend to me that favour, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford : When Thou return'st to set them free, Let thy salvation visit me.
122. oldal - The brightness of thy face ! 2 My longing soul faints with desire To view thy blest abode ; My panting heart and flesh cry out For thee, the living GOD. 3 The birds, more happy far than I, Around thy temple throng ; Securely there they build, and there Securely hatch their young.
168. oldal - tis beneath his state to view In highest heaven what angels do, Yet he to earth vouchsafes his care; He takes the needy from his cell, Advancing him in courts to dwell, Companion to the greatest there.
60. oldal - Why restless, why cast down, my soul ? Trust God, who will employ His aid for thee, and change these sighs To thankful hymns of joy.

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