A Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Public Worship, by the Rev. Abner W. Brown

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Hamilton, Adams & Company, 1865 - 288 pagina's
 

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Pagina 175 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes Up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst 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.
Pagina 77 - 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.
Pagina 273 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Pagina 57 - Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made...
Pagina 144 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 ' ' Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus!
Pagina 72 - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary, rest.
Pagina 67 - Beyond this vale of tears There is a life above, Unmeasured by the flight of years ; And all that life is love.
Pagina 130 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear, When hanging on th' accursed tree ; And hopes her guilt was there.
Pagina 52 - 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.
Pagina 171 - Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race.

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