Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian Devotion in Publick and Private : Selected from the Best Authors, with Variations and Additions
Thomas Wells, 1817 - 507 páginas
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Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian Devotion ...
Jeremy Belknap,John Clarke
Sin vista previa disponible - 2019
adore almighty angels Behold bless blest bliss breath cheerful Christ Common Metre death delight divine DODDRIDGE dust dwell earth eternal everlasting everlasting song exalted eyes faith Father fear feet flowing tears foes glorious God's Gospel gracious happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls HYMN immortal Israel Jehovah Jesus King Law and Gospel light live Long Metre Lord mighty mortal mourn o'er pain peace prayer proclaim PSALM race raise reigns rejoice repentant song righteousness rise sacred saints salvation Saviour shine Short Metre sing sinners sins skies song songs of praise sorrow soul sovereign Spirit spread STEELE TATE thee thine thy command thy face thy grace thy hand thy love Thy mercy thy name thy power thy praise thy throne thy word tongue trust truth voice WATTS WATTS united Whilst wonders wondrous worship ye saints
Página 211 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 225 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Página 135 - He formed the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord ; We are his works, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
Página 217 - I'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.
Página 217 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down; Did e'er such love and sorrow meet ? Or thorns compose so rich a crown?
Página 210 - To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.
Página 64 - Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing the praise of him who is thy God, thy health's eternal spring.
Página 48 - Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round...