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adore afford ages Almighty angels appear awful bless blest bound breath bring cheerful Christ clouds comes commands consent courts crown death delight descend divine doth dwell earth endless eternal ev'ry eyes fame Father fear feet flow frame give glad glory grace grateful Hallelujah hand happy hast head heart heav'n heav'nly hills holy honour hope Hosts HYMN immortal Jesus join King land light live mind morning N.V. PSALM night o'er pain past peace pow'r praise the Lord Praise ye pray'r prepare presence proclaim raise reigns rejoice repeat rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour sing sinners song soul sound speak Spirit spread stand strength sure sweet thanks thee thine thou thoughts throne Thy mercy thy praise tongue truth voice Whit-Sunday wings woes wonders wondrous ye the Lord
Page 16 - 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 38 - 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.
Page 31 - 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 14 - What though, in solemn silence, all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What though no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.
Page 85 - Hark! they whisper; Angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath?
Page 67 - HARK, the herald angels sing, Glory to the new-born King, Peace on earth, and mercy mild, GOD and sinners reconciled. Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join the triumph of the skies, With th' angelic host proclaim, CHRIST is born in Bethlehem.
Page 16 - 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 62 - From the cl. Psalm of David. 1 OH, praise the Lord in that blest place From whence his goodness largely flows ; Praise him in heaven where he his face, Unveil'd, in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the mighty acts Which he in our behalf has done ; His kindness this return exacts, With which our praise should equal run.