Church Psalmist: Or, Psalms and Hymns, Designed for the Public, Social, and Private Use of Evangelical Christians. Containing, Also, Directions for Musical Expression. With Supplement
Presbyterian Publication Committee [1857? c1847], 1847 - 723 pàgines
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Pàgina 286 - SONGS of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of peace was born; Songs of praise arose when he Captive led captivity.
Pàgina 475 - Jesus, my God ! I know His name ; His name is all my trust : Nor will He put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.
Pàgina 357 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
Pàgina 295 - To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign ; — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Pàgina 609 - FRIEND after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Pàgina 162 - While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make His blessings flow, Far as the curse is found.
Pàgina 524 - How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found...
Pàgina 303 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.