Psalms and Hymns for Public Worship: Containing All the Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts which are Deemed Valuable, Together with a New Version of All the Psalms and Many Original Hymns Besides a Large Collection from Other Writers |
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To my paths thy word's 277 What must it be to dwell 550 To pass through death
610 What shall I render 260 To spend one sacred day 190 When awake at noon
575 To Thee , Lord , Zion's King 170 When Christ to judgment 123 To Thee , O ...
To my paths thy word's 277 What must it be to dwell 550 To pass through death
610 What shall I render 260 To spend one sacred day 190 When awake at noon
575 To Thee , Lord , Zion's King 170 When Christ to judgment 123 To Thee , O ...
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mp 3 If I say , the veil of night Spreads o'er me impervious gloom ; mf Darkness is
with Thee as light , Night thy presence doth illume ! aff 4 Then , O Lord , the
thought of Thee , Let it all my steps attend , Urging ev'ry sin to flee , That in heav'n
my ...
mp 3 If I say , the veil of night Spreads o'er me impervious gloom ; mf Darkness is
with Thee as light , Night thy presence doth illume ! aff 4 Then , O Lord , the
thought of Thee , Let it all my steps attend , Urging ev'ry sin to flee , That in heav'n
my ...
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Aff 1 TO Thee , O Lord , I cried , To Thee I made my prayer , When , sorrowful , I
mourn'd and sighed , And was o'erwhelm'd with care . 2 Then Thou my path didst
see , And all my foes didst know ; How they did lay a snare for me , My soul to ...
Aff 1 TO Thee , O Lord , I cried , To Thee I made my prayer , When , sorrowful , I
mourn'd and sighed , And was o'erwhelm'd with care . 2 Then Thou my path didst
see , And all my foes didst know ; How they did lay a snare for me , My soul to ...
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2 ' Twas for my sins the Lord of life Hung on the cursed tree ; For them He bore
the bitter strife , For thee , my soul , for thee ! 3 0 , how I hate these lusts of mine ,
Which Jesus crucified ,The sins , that nail'd his hands divine , And pierc'd his ...
2 ' Twas for my sins the Lord of life Hung on the cursed tree ; For them He bore
the bitter strife , For thee , my soul , for thee ! 3 0 , how I hate these lusts of mine ,
Which Jesus crucified ,The sins , that nail'd his hands divine , And pierc'd his ...
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Į THOU art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee , Though sorrows and
darkness encompass the tomb ; The Savior has pass'd through its portals before
thee , And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom . 2 Thou art gone ...
Į THOU art gone to the grave ; but we will not deplore thee , Though sorrows and
darkness encompass the tomb ; The Savior has pass'd through its portals before
thee , And the lamp of his love is thy guide through the gloom . 2 Thou art gone ...
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ALLEN angels Behold bless blest blood breath bright bring Christ church dark dead death deep delight divine dost doth dread dwell dying earth eternal ev'ry eyes face faith fear feet flow foes forever give glorious glory God's grace grave ground hand hast hath head hear heart heav'n heav'nly holy hope hour Hymn Jesus joyful keep King land lift light live Lord meet mercy mighty ne'er never night once 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 Spirit spread stand sweet Thee thine THIRD Thou thoughts throne thy name thy word tongue trust truth VERSION.-C. M. voice WATTS wonders wondrous Zion
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Page 41 - 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 41 - 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 196 - 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 616 - 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 617 - 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 529 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 571 - I WOULD not live alway: I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings that- dawn on us here Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer.
Page 511 - OH ! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, — A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill.
Page 399 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, — 'While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Page 610 - With the shepherd's kindest care, All the feeble gently leading, While the lambs thy bosom share ; 2 Now, these little ones receiving, Fold them in thy gracious arm ; There, we know, thy word believing, Only there, secure from harm. 3 Never from thy pasture roving, Let them be the Lion's prey; Let thy tenderness so loving, Keep them all life's dangerous way : 4 Then, within thy fold eternal, Let them find a resting-place; Feed in pastures ever vernal, Drink the rivers of thy grace. HYMN 87. SM 2...