Church Psalmist: Or, Psalms and Hymns, Designed for the Public, Social, and Private Use of Evangelical Christians. Containing, Also, Directions for Musical Expression. With Supplement

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288 ÆäÀÌÁö - SONGS of praise the angels sang, Heaven with hallelujahs rang, When Jehovah's work begun, When he spake, and it was done. 2 Songs of praise awoke the morn, When the Prince of peace was born; Songs of praise arose when he Captive led captivity.
484 ÆäÀÌÁö - O Thou by whom we come to God, The Life, the Truth, the Way ! The path of prayer thyself hast trod : Lord ! teach us how to pray.
477 ÆäÀÌÁö - Jesus, my God ! I know His name ; His name is all my trust : Nor will He put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.
359 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
297 ÆäÀÌÁö - To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign ; — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
611 ÆäÀÌÁö - FRIEND after friend departs; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end; Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
164 ÆäÀÌÁö - While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground ; He comes to make His blessings flow, Far as the curse is found.
526 ÆäÀÌÁö - How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found...
305 ÆäÀÌÁö - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream, Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - People and realms of every tongue, Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name.

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