Christian Psalmody: Comprising a Version of All the Psalms, and a Selection of Hymns, Adapted to the Services and Festivals of the Church of England. By Several Clergymen

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Joseph Davenport, 1837 - 422 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 198 - tis to see A whole assembly worship thee ! At once they sing, at once they pray, They hear of heaven and learn the way. 2 I have been there, and still would go, 'Tis like a little heaven below : Not all my pleasure and my play, Shall tempt me to forget this day.
Pàgina 411 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Pàgina 324 - Dear dying Lamb ! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Pàgina 22 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And, nightly to the list'ning earth, Repeats the story of her birth ; While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Pàgina 139 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Pàgina 115 - ALL people that on earth do dwell, Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice ; Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell ; Come ye before him and rejoice.
Pàgina 360 - Yonder heavens have passed away ; Then the end ; beneath His rod Man's last enemy shall fall : Hallelujah ! Christ in God, God in Christ, is all in all.
Pàgina 248 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, — 'While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Pàgina 289 - Jerusalem, my happy home, My soul still pants for thee ; Then shall my labours have an end, When I thy joys shall see.
Pàgina 8 - LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high ; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye : , 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his. saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.

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