The Christian Psalmist, Or, Hymns Selected and Original

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W. Collins, 1826 - 456 pages
 

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Page 456 - SONGS of praise the angels sang; Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When 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.
Page 215 - Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long unwearied sing High praise to the eternal King.
Page 126 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin.
Page 177 - While I draw this fleeting breath, When mine eye-lids close in death, When I rise to worlds unknown, And behold thee on thy throne ; Rock of ages! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee ! HYMN 14O.
Page 180 - Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; More than all in Thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; Just and holy is Thy name, I am all unrighteousness, False and full of sin I am ; Thou art full of truth and grace.
Page 216 - Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite...
Page 66 - The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand. 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...
Page 270 - ... JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more...
Page 300 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4. ' There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest ; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Page 243 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning. Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.

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