Sacred Poetry:: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian Devotion, in Publick and Private

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John Clarke, Jedidiah Morse, William Ellery Channing
Thomas Wells, no. 3 Hanover-Street. Lincoln & Edmands, printers., 1820 - 500 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 225 - 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 30 - THE heavens declare thy glory Lord ; In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy power confess ; But the blest volume thou hast writ, Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
Pàgina 225 - All glory be to God on high ! And to the earth be peace ; Good-will henceforth from heaven to men Begin, and never cease...
Pàgina 81 - How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found...
Pàgina 92 - I'M not ashamed to own my Lord, Or to defend his cause ; Maintain the honor of his word, The glory of his cross. 2 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. 3 Firm as his throne — his promise stands, And he can well secure What I've committed to his hands, Till the decisive hour. 4 Then will he own my worthless name Before his Father's face, And in the new Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place.
Pàgina 115 - With warm desires To see my God. 2 O happy souls that pray, Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men, that pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; And happy they That love the way To Zion's hill.
Pàgina 195 - BLEST are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one ; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run. 2 Blest is the pious house Where zeal and friendship meet ; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet.
Pàgina 213 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Pàgina 251 - Chase from our minds the infernal foe, And peace, the fruit of love, bestow ; And, lest our feet should step astray, Protect and guide us in the way.
Pàgina 212 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.

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