A collection of psalms and hymns, extr. from different authors by mr. De CourcyRichard De Courcy 1775 |
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... Thou the anointing Spirit art , Who doft thy feu'nfold gifts impart . Thy bleffed Unction from above , Is comfort , life , and fire of love . Enable with perpetual light The dulnefs of our blinded fight . Anoint and cheer our foiled ...
... Thou the anointing Spirit art , Who doft thy feu'nfold gifts impart . Thy bleffed Unction from above , Is comfort , life , and fire of love . Enable with perpetual light The dulnefs of our blinded fight . Anoint and cheer our foiled ...
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... thou call me down to duft , I know thy voice , I blefs thy hand , And die in fimiles at thy command . VII . What was my terror , is my joy ; These views my brighteft hopes employ , To go , e'er many years are o'er , Secure I fhall ...
... thou call me down to duft , I know thy voice , I blefs thy hand , And die in fimiles at thy command . VII . What was my terror , is my joy ; These views my brighteft hopes employ , To go , e'er many years are o'er , Secure I fhall ...
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... Thou art the LORD our Righteousness , Thou art thine Ifrael's boast . II . Guilty we plead before thy throne , And low in duft we lie , Till Jefus ftretch his gracious arm To bring the guilty nigh . B The III The fins of one moft ...
... Thou art the LORD our Righteousness , Thou art thine Ifrael's boast . II . Guilty we plead before thy throne , And low in duft we lie , Till Jefus ftretch his gracious arm To bring the guilty nigh . B The III The fins of one moft ...
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... For New Year's Day . I .. GOD of my life , thy conftant care With bleffings crowns each op'ning [ year ; This guilty life doft thou prolong , And wake anew mine annual fong . How II . How many precious fouls are fled To the ( 10 )
... For New Year's Day . I .. GOD of my life , thy conftant care With bleffings crowns each op'ning [ year ; This guilty life doft thou prolong , And wake anew mine annual fong . How II . How many precious fouls are fled To the ( 10 )
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... thou ever - honour'd gueft , Not for one tranfient hour alone , But there to fix thy lafting throne . v . Own this mean dwelling as thy home ; And , when our life's last hour is come , Let us but die , as in thy fight , And death fhall ...
... thou ever - honour'd gueft , Not for one tranfient hour alone , But there to fix thy lafting throne . v . Own this mean dwelling as thy home ; And , when our life's last hour is come , Let us but die , as in thy fight , And death fhall ...
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1 ÆäÀÌÁö - Anoint and cheer our soiled face With the abundance of thy grace. Keep far our foes, give peace at home : Where thou art guide, no ill can come. 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.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Jesus, the Saviour, reigns, The God of truth and love ; When he had purged our stains, He took his seat above; Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice ; Rejoice, again I say, rejoice.
124 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let not conscience make you linger, Nor of fitness fondly dream ; All the fitness He requireth. Is to feel your need of Him ; This He gives you : 'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, Bruised and mangled by the fall ; If you tarry till you're better, You will never come at all ; Not the righteous, Sinners Jesus came to call.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed.
69 ÆäÀÌÁö - CHILDREN of the heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing ; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2...
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to cover all my sin : Let the healing streams abound : Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art. Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity.
39 ÆäÀÌÁö - See, He lifts His hands above; See, He shows the prints of love ; Hark ! His gracious lips bestow Blessings on His church below.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.
116 ÆäÀÌÁö - Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer : The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and Thy victory too. 4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here. Then God the Judge shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - Lives again our glorious King ; Where, O death, is now thy sting?