A manual of parochial psalmody; comprising select portions from the ... Psalms, together with hymns, for the principal festivals, etc. of the Church of England, revised by T.H. Horne

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129 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 noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
39 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. 3 Heaven and earth must pass away ; Songs of praise shall crown that day ; God will make new heaven and earth ; Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
55 ÆäÀÌÁö - The Lord ye know is God indeed, Without our aid He did us make ; We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
122 ÆäÀÌÁö - Teach us to know the Father, Son, And Thee, of both, to be but One. That, through the ages all along, This may be our endless song ; Praise to Thy eternal merit, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - LORD of the worlds above, How pleasant and how fair The dwellings of Thy love, Thine earthly temples are ! To Thine abode my heart aspires, With warm desires, to see my God.
160 ÆäÀÌÁö - LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; Let us each, thy love possessing, Triumph in redeeming grace : O refresh us, Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound ; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels...
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done ; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
119 ÆäÀÌÁö - HE dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ! Lo, Salem's daughters weep around ! A solemn darkness veils the skies, A sudden trembling shakes the ground.
173 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away ; No tear to wipe; no good to crave; No fears to quell; no soul to save. 6 Till then, nor is my boasting vain, Till then I boast a Saviour slain : And O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me.

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