Psalms and hymns, selected and adapted to the purposes of public worship, by E. Scobell

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168 ÆäÀÌÁö - One family we dwell in Him, One Church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream of death : One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
142 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!
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - COME, let us anew our journey pursue, Roll round with the year, And never stand still till the Master appear. His adorable will let us gladly fulfil, And our talents improve, By the patience of hope, and the labour of love.
158 ÆäÀÌÁö - GIVE me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
123 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHILE, with ceaseless course, the sun Hasted through the former year, Many souls their race have run, Never more to meet us here : Fixed in an eternal state, They have done with all below : We a little longer wait, But how little none can know.
146 ÆäÀÌÁö - Remember thee, and all thy pains, And all thy love to me ; Yea, while a breath, a pulse remains, Will I remember thee.
129 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall ; Go, spread your trophies at his feet, And crown him Lord of all.
137 ÆäÀÌÁö - When He lived on earth abased, Friend of sinners was His name ; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same ; Still He calls them brethren, friends, And to all their wants attends.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - HARK, my soul ; it is the Lord ; "Tis thy Saviour; hear his word ; Jesus speaks, and speaks to thee, " Say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me...

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