Sacred Poetry:: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian Devotion, in Publick and Private
John Clarke, Jedidiah Morse, William Ellery Channing
Thomas Wells, no. 3 Hanover-Street. Lincoln & Edmands, printers., 1820 - Bible - 500 pages
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adore almighty angels appear Behold bless blest breath bright cheerful Christ command Common Metre dark death delight divine dust dwell earth eternal ev'ry eyes face faith Father fear feet flow foes give glorious glory grace hand happy hast head hear heart heav'n heav'nly holy honours hope hour humble HYMN Jesus JMetre join kind King land light live Long Metre Lord mighty mind mortal nature never night o'er pain peace pow'r praise proclaim PSALM race raise reigns rejoice rest rich righteousness rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine Short sing sinners sins skies song sons soul sound sov’reign speak Spirit spread stand strength thee thine thou thoughts thousand throne thy grace thy name thy word tongue trust truth voice wait WATTs Whilst wonders
Page 39 - 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 251 - Thrice holy fount, thrice holy fire, Our hearts with heavenly love inspire; Come, and thy sacred unction bring To sanctify us while we sing.
Page 32 - 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 :" — " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Page 138 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Page 173 - ... the sun, a heavenly light, That guides us all the day, And through the dangers of the night A lamp to lead our way.
Page 50 - Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round...
Page 213 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 258 - 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.