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20 PSALM almighty angels Behold Bless'd blessings blest blood breath cheerful Christ church common METRE death divine dreadful dust dwell earth eternal ev'ry ev’ry exalted eyes fear feet flesh flowing tears foes glorious gospel groans hath hear heart heav'n heav'nly hell holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls ISAAC WATTS Israel Jews justice King last judgment lips LoNG METRE Lord love restore nations ne'er night o'er peace rage reigns rejoice rest righteousness rise sacred salvation Saviour secon shine sing sinners Sion skies song sons sorrows soul sov’reign spirit spread stand Stanza thee thine thou hast thoughts thro thy face thy grace thy hand thy law thy love Thy mercy thy name thy pow'r thy praise thy saints thy throne thy word tongue trust vengeance vengeance rises verses voice wakeful eyes Watts wonders wondrous worship wrath ye saints
Página 50 - 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.
Página 118 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Página 58 - King. 2 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.
Página 138 - A broken heart, my God, my King, Is all the sacrifice I bring ; The God of grace will ne'er despise A broken heart for sacrifice. 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just ; Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die.
Página 70 - 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.
Página 200 - 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 151 - EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face, My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace. 2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die.
Página 80 - Tis he relieves thy pain. Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransom'd from the grave ; He that redeem'd my soul from hell, Hath sovereign power to save.