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adore ages Almighty angels ANTHEM appear attend awful behold bless blest bright bring cheerful command death delight divine doth dwell earth employ endless eternal ev'ry extend eyes face Father favour fear frame give glad glorious glory God's grace grateful Hallelujah hand happy hast hath head hear heart heav'n heav'nly hill holy Holy-Ghost honour hope hosts humble HYMN join keep kind King land laws lift light living Lord mercy mighty mind morning never night o'er OLD VERSION peace pow'r praise praise the Lord proclaim PSALM raise reigns rejoice rest righteous rise round sacred saints Saviour seek shine sing songs soul sound Spirit spread stand strength sure sweet thankful thee thine things thou thou art thoughts Thro throne thy name tongue trust truth unto voice Whilst wond'rous wonders
الصفحة 150 - Dear Lord, and shall we ever live At this poor, dying rate — Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove! With all thy quickening powers ; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, And that shall kindle ours.
الصفحة 181 - And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
الصفحة 105 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command; Vast as eternity thy love; Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
الصفحة 116 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
الصفحة 154 - 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," our lips reply, For he was slain for us.
الصفحة 173 - When all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys ; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise.
الصفحة 135 - ... what is this absorbs me quite steals my senses shuts my sight drowns my...
الصفحة 165 - WELCOME, sweet day of rest, That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast And these rejoicing eyes. 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit and see him here, And love and praise and pray. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.