Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, Adapted to Christian Devotion in Publick and Private : Selected from the Best Authors, with Variations and Additions
Thomas Wells, 1817 - 507 páginas
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adore almighty angels appear bear Behold bless blest breath bright bring cheerful Christ command Common Metre dark death delight divine dust dwell earth eternal eyes face faith Father fear feet flow foes give glorious glory grace hand happy hast head hear heart heaven heavenly holy honours hope hour humble Hymn Jesus join kind King land light live Long Metre Lord mighty mind mortal nature never night o'er pain peace praise proclaim Psalm race raise reigns rejoice rest rich righteous rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine Short sing sinners sins skies song sons soul sound sovereign speak Spirit spread spring stand strength thee thine thou thoughts thousand throne thy grace thy word tongue trust truth voice wait WATTS Whilst wonders
Página 215 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ, Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 229 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
Página 135 - He formed the deeps unknown ; He gave the seas their bound ; The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground. 3 Come, worship at his throne, Come, bow before the Lord ; We are his works, and not our own ; He formed us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod ; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.
Página 217 - 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.
Página 221 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 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?
Página 214 - To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.
Página 64 - Why restless, why cast down, my soul? Hope still, and thou shalt sing the praise of him who is thy God, thy health's eternal spring.
Página 52 - Yet not to earth's contracted span Thy goodness let me bound, Or think Thee Lord alone of man, When thousand worlds are round...