The Christian Psalmist: Or, Hymns Selected and Original. With an Introductory Essay

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Collins, 1832 - 456 sidor
 

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Sida 388 - That trembles in the breast. 2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Sida 246 - Thrice holy Fount, thrice holy Fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and Thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing.
Sida 131 - TEACH me, my God and King, In all things thee to see, And what I do in any thing, To do it as for thee...
Sida 62 - The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth...
Sida 74 - Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known ; He knows the words I mean to speak, Ere from my opening lips they break. 3 Within thy circling power I stand, On every side I find thy hand : Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God.
Sida 176 - LOVE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down, Fix in us Thy humble dwelling, All Thy faithful mercies crown ! Jesus, Thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love, Thou art ! Visit us with Thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart.
Sida 152 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Sida 394 - Sages, leave your contemplations, Brighter visions beam afar, Seek the great Desire of nations ; Ye have seen his natal star ; Come and worship, Worship Christ the new-born King.
Sida 96 - Zion, behold thy Saviour 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...
Sida 427 - SERVANT of God, well done ! Rest from thy loved employ : The battle fought, the victory won, Enter thy Master's joy. The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.

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