A selection of Psalms and hymns, chiefly adapted for public worship [ed. by E. Davies and J.A. Baxter].

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12 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
38 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. 4 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Where He displays His healing power, Death and the curse are known no more ; In Him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost.
248 ÆäÀÌÁö - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear. 2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, And calms the troubled breast ; 'Tis manna to the hungry soul, And to the weary rest.
50 ÆäÀÌÁö - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy.
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
215 ÆäÀÌÁö - GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand : Bread of heaven, Feed me till I want no more.
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
46 ÆäÀÌÁö - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks and sing: To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night.
162 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood.

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