The Psalms and Hymns of Dr. Watts

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247 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,
837 ÆäÀÌÁö - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
886 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. 2 Open thou the crystal fountain Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through ; Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my Strength and Shield.
481 ÆäÀÌÁö - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
844 ÆäÀÌÁö - COME Thou Fount of every blessing ! Tune my heart to sing Thy grace, Streams of mercy, never ceasing, Call for songs of loudest praise : Teach me some melodious sonnet, Sung by flaming tongues above— Praise the mount!
413 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?
630 ÆäÀÌÁö - Jesus, Born to set Thy people free ; From our fears and sins release us ; Let us find our rest in Thee.
487 ÆäÀÌÁö - This heavenly land from ours. 3 [Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green : So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between.
194 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
353 ÆäÀÌÁö - THIS is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours His own ; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.

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