A collection of Psalms and hymns, original and selected, by W.W. Balfour

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95 ÆäÀÌÁö - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee! Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see; Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! All Thy works shall praise Thy name, in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty; God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!
155 ÆäÀÌÁö - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - While I draw this fleeting breath, When my eye-lids close in death, When I soar to worlds unknown, See Thee on thy judgment throne — Rock of ages ! cleft for me, Let me hide myself in Thee ! 42.
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
150 ÆäÀÌÁö - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in his path to birth: Before him on the mountains Shall peace the herald go; And righteousness in fountains From hill to valley flow.
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil thy law's demands : Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone ; Thou must save, and Thou alone.
180 ÆäÀÌÁö - Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding ; No gloomy fears their souls dismay ; His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
163 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!
88 ÆäÀÌÁö - PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him ; Praise him, angels, in the height; Sun and moon rejoice before him ; Praise him, all ye stars and light. Praise the Lord ; for he hath spoken, Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; Laws, which never shall be broken, For their guidance he hath made.

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