A New Metrical Version of the Psalms of David: With an Appendix of Select Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to the Service of the United Church of England and Ireland ...
E. Bridgewater, 1821 - 300 pagine
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abode adore Almighty angels appear arise awful behold bless blest bliss blood bring Christ Church courts crown death delight divine dwell earth endless enemies eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes face faith FATHER fear foes give glorious glory grateful guard Hallelujah hand hast hath head hear heart heav'n heav'nly holy honour hope hosts humble Hymns JEHOVAH Jesus join joyful keep King land light live LORD Messiah Metre mighty night peace pow'r prayer proclaim PSALM raise receive record reigns rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred saints salvation SAVIOUR servants shine sing sins skies songs soul sound Spirit spread stand strength SUNDAY sweet thanks Thee theme Thine Thou Thou art thousand thro throne Thy grace Thy mercy Thy name Thy praise Thy word tongue triumph trust truth voice wait whole wonders Zion
Pagina 98 - For why? the Lord our God is good, His mercy is for ever sure ; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall from age to age endure.
Pagina 133 - His mercies ever shall endure, When suns and moons shall shine no more. 6 He sent his Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave : Wonders of grace to God belong ; Repeat his mercies in your song.
Pagina 98 - The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; Without our aid he did us make : We are his flock, he doth us feed, And for his sheep he doth us take.
Pagina 98 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Pagina 147 - For all the blessings of the light ; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings. 2. Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.