The Psalms and hymns of dr. Isaac Watts, revised, and the hymns arranged, by J. Burder

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Page 180 - 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,
Page 244 - MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine.
Page 135 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Page 66 - O GOD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come ; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home...
Page 242 - HAPPY the heart where graces reign Where love inspires the breast; Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest. 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear; Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there.
Page 59 - GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs : To spend one day with thee on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place Within thy house, O God of grace, Not tents of ease, nor thrones of power Should tempt my feet to leave thy door. ?. God is our sun — he makes our day; God is our shield — he guards our way From all th' assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within.
Page 131 - Shall fill the remnant of my days ; Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear ; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee.
Page 227 - GREAT God, how infinite art thou ! What worthless worms are we ! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee.
Page 14 - Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 3 Sun, moon and stars convey thy praise Round the whole earth, and never stand ; So when thy truth began its race, It touched and glanced on every land.
Page 53 - Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more. In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost...

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