Psalms, Paraphrases, and Hymns: Adapted to the Services of the Church of England |
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P . M . THAT thou , O Lord , art ever nigh , Though veil ' d in awful majesty , Thy
mighty works declare : Thy hand this earthly ... Thou settest up , and pullest down
: The ruler ' s power , the monarch ' s crown , Thy hands alone bestow : In thee all
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P . M . THAT thou , O Lord , art ever nigh , Though veil ' d in awful majesty , Thy
mighty works declare : Thy hand this earthly ... Thou settest up , and pullest down
: The ruler ' s power , the monarch ' s crown , Thy hands alone bestow : In thee all
...
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Return , my soul , unto thy rest , From God no longer roam ; His hand hath
bountifully blest , His goodness call ' d thee home . What shall I render unto thee ,
My Saviour , in distress , For all thy benefits to me , So great and numberless ?
Return , my soul , unto thy rest , From God no longer roam ; His hand hath
bountifully blest , His goodness call ' d thee home . What shall I render unto thee ,
My Saviour , in distress , For all thy benefits to me , So great and numberless ?
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MY heart ' s best portion , Lord , art thou ; To thee my thoughts obedience vow ;
Thy faithful hand each woe I feel Inflicts , — and wounds me but to heal . Low in
the dust my soul is laid , O reach me , Lord , thy promis ' d aid ; Let thy good Spirit
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MY heart ' s best portion , Lord , art thou ; To thee my thoughts obedience vow ;
Thy faithful hand each woe I feel Inflicts , — and wounds me but to heal . Low in
the dust my soul is laid , O reach me , Lord , thy promis ' d aid ; Let thy good Spirit
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He sunk beneath our heavy woes To raise us to his throne ; There ' s not a gift his
hand bestows , But cost his heart a groan . Now , though he reigns exalted high ,
His love is still as great ; Well he remembers Calvary , Nor let his saints forget .
He sunk beneath our heavy woes To raise us to his throne ; There ' s not a gift his
hand bestows , But cost his heart a groan . Now , though he reigns exalted high ,
His love is still as great ; Well he remembers Calvary , Nor let his saints forget .
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YES , we trust the day is breaking , Joyful times are near at hand , God , the
mighty God is speaking By his word in every land : Mark his progressDarkness
flies at his command . While the foe becomes more daring , While he enters like a
flood ...
YES , we trust the day is breaking , Joyful times are near at hand , God , the
mighty God is speaking By his word in every land : Mark his progressDarkness
flies at his command . While the foe becomes more daring , While he enters like a
flood ...
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xlvii ÆäÀÌÁö - 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 noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
xlix ÆäÀÌÁö - And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
65 ÆäÀÌÁö - Glory to the new-born KINO. Amen Christmas. Hymn 48. (SECOND TuNE). X "Glory to GOD in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men." HARK I 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 the angelic host proclaim CHRIST is born in Bethlehem, Hark!
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way ; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
75 ÆäÀÌÁö - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see thee as thou art, I'll praise thee as I ought.