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ALLEN angels appear Behold bless blest blood breath bright bring cheer Christ dark dead death deep delight divine dost doth dread dwell earth eternal ev'ry eyes face faith fear feet flow foes forever give glorious glory God's grace ground hand hast hath head hear heart heav'n heav'nly holy hope Hymn Jesus joyful keep King land lift light live Lord majesty meet mercy mighty ne'er never night o'er peace pow'r praise Prayer Psalms pure raise reigns rejoice rest righteous rise saints salvation Savior SECOND shine sight sing sinners sins skies songs soon soul sound speak Spirit spread stand sweet Thee thine THIRD Thou thought throne thy name thy word tongue trust truth VERSION.-L. M. voice WATTS wonders wondrous Zion
Page 51 - 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 51 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Page 31 - This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world to which I go, Hath joys substantial and sincere ; When shall I wake and find me there...
Page 208 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing: To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night.
Page 655 - It Is a good thing to give thanks unto the Lord : and to sing praises unto thy name, O Most High; To show forth thy lovingkindness in the morning: and thy faithfulness every night.
Page 654 - Be ye sure that the Lord he is God : it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Page 509 - And works his sovereign, will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Page 655 - O COME, let us sing unto the Lord; * let us heartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation.
Page 577 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Page 208 - David's harp of solemn sound ! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless His works, and bless His word ; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! How deep Thy counsels, how divine ! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high ; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish till Thy breath Blasts them in everlasting death.