The Oxford selection of Psalms and hymns, for the use of parish churches

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16 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.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty; Hold me with thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield. 3 When I tread the verge of Jordan, Bid my anxious fears subside; Death of death ! and hell's Destruction! Land me safe on Canaan's side ; Songs of praises I will ever...
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty ; Hold me with thy powerful hand ; Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed ? And did my Sovereign die ? Would he devote that sacred head For such a worm as I...
12 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.
54 ÆäÀÌÁö - God, our Help in ages past, Our Hope for years to come, Our Shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal Home...
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling ; Naked, come to thee for dress ; Helpless, look to thee for grace ; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
153 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.
153 ÆäÀÌÁö - Touched with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame ; He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same.
166 ÆäÀÌÁö - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile: In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.

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