Church Psalmist: Or, Psalms and Hymns, Designed for the Public, Social, and Private Use of Evangelical Christians. Containing, Also, Directions for Musical Expression
Ivison & Phinney, 1847 - 652 pàgines
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Pàgina 331 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From thee aside.
Pàgina 43 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Pàgina 341 - 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.
Pàgina 329 - Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! And O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me ! Joseph (Iriffg.
Pàgina 16 - 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.
Pàgina 538 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Pàgina 119 - With every morning sacrifice. 3 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love, with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.
Pàgina 311 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. "Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry> "To be exalted thus;" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,