Hymns of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America: Set Forth in General Conventions of Said Church, in the Years of Our Lord, 1789, 1808, and 1826

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S.F. Bradford, 1827 - 135 pages

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Page 5 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 45 - With the shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs thy bosom share ; 2 Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in thy gracious arm ; There, we know, thy word believing, Only there, secure from harm.
Page 92 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 83 - 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 96 - WESLEY'S COL. For Christian Principles. 1 MY God, my strength, my hope, On thee I cast my care, With humble confidence look up, And know thou hear'st my prayer. Give me on thee to wait, Till I can all things do ; On thee, almighty to create, Almighty to renew. 2 I want a sober mind, A self-renouncing will, That tramples down and casts behind The baits of pleasing ill...
Page 47 - WITNESS, ye men and angels now, Before the Lord we speak ; To him we make our solemn vow, A vow we dare not break : — 2 That long as life itself shall last, Ourselves to Christ we yield, Nor from his cause will we depart, Or ever quit the field.
Page 72 - O thou by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way, The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; Lord, teach us how to pray.
Page 98 - AWAKE, my soul ! stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...
Page 32 - See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down: Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown? 4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, That were a present far too small; Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Page 83 - Jehovah's work begun, When he spake and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of peace was born ; Songs of praise arose, when he Captive led captivity. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away; Songs of praise shall crown that. day: God will make new heavens and earth : Songs of praise shall hail their birth.

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