Sacred Poetry: Consisting of Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Christian Devotion in Public and Private. Selected from the Best Authors, with Variations and Additions

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42 ÆäÀÌÁö - This is my body, broke for sin ; Receive and eat the living food ;' Then took the cup, and blessed the wine : ' 'Tis the new covenant in my blood.' 4 ' Do this,' he cried, ' till time shall end, In memory of your dying Friend ; Meet at my table, and record The love of your departed Lord.
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - With warm desires To see my God. 2 O happy souls that pray, Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men, that pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; And happy they That love the way To Zion's hill.
49 ÆäÀÌÁö - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown...
235 ÆäÀÌÁö - For he is good, supremely good, And kind are all his ways. . 2 All nature owns his guardian care, « In him we live and move ; But nobler benefits declare The wonders of his love. 3 He gave his Son, his only Son, To ransom rebel worms ; 'Tis here he makes his goodness known In its diviner forms.
30 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 ;" "Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - To fill an empty mind. 3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared A soul-reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The rich provision taste. 4 Ho ! ye that pant for living streams, And pine away and die ; Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. 5 Rivers of love and mercy here In a rich ocean join ; Salvation in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - so the Saviour cried, And meekly bowed his head and died: 'Tis finished ! yes, the race is run ; The battle fought ; the victory won. 2 'Tis finished...
131 ÆäÀÌÁö - JOY to the world ! the Lord is come ; Let earth receive her King; Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing.
128 ÆäÀÌÁö - And let my God, my Saviour, go ? 3. Call me away from flesh and sense ; One sovereign word can draw me thence ; I would obey the voice divine, And all inferior joys resign.

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