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Page 258 - Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice; Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell, Come ye before him and rejoice. 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed, Without our aid he did us make ; We are his flock, he doth us feed, And for his sheep he doth us take. 3 O enter then his gates with praise, Approach with joy his courts unto; Praise, laud, and bless his name always, For it is seemly so to do. 4 For why? the Lord our God is good, His mercy is for ever sure; His truth at all times firmly stood, And shall...
Page 172 - An' fill it in a silver tassie ; That I may drink before I go A service to my bonnie lassie : The boat rocks at the pier o...
Page 15 - Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John, I'm wearin' awa' To the land o' the leal. There's nae sorrow there, John, There's neither cauld nor care, John, The day is aye fair In the land o' the leal. Our bonnie bairn's there, John, She was baith gude and fair, John, And oh ! we grudged her sair To the land o
Page 81 - That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of lona.
Page 192 - He cam' and lookit again at her ; 0 gin her skin was white ! " I might hae spared that bonnie face To hae been some man's delight."
Page 191 - Tis not sic cauld that makes me cry, But my Love's heart grown cauld to me. When we came in by Glasgow town We were a comely sight to see; My Love was clad in the black velvet, And I mysell in cramasie.
Page 182 - O yon is the mountain of hell,' he cried, 'Where you and I will go.' And aye when she turn'd her round about, Aye taller he seemed for to be; Until that the tops o' that gallant ship Nae taller were than he.