A selection of Psalms and hymns ... adapted to public, family, and private worship, by V.F. Vyvyan, and C. Lyne

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25 ÆäÀÌÁö - AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase ; So longs my soul, O GOD, for thee, And thy refreshing grace. 2 For thee, my GOD, the living GOD, My thirsty soul doth pine ; O ! when shall I behold thy face, Thou Majesty divine...
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
20 ÆäÀÌÁö - THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy ; The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
80 ÆäÀÌÁö - O help us, through the prayer of faith More firmly to believe ; For still the more the servant hath, The more shall he receive...
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - Other refuge have I none; . Hangs my helpless soul on Thee: Leave, ah, leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me : All my trust on Thee is stay'd, All my help from Thee I bring; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing.
51 ÆäÀÌÁö - CLM one consent let all the earth To God their cheerful voices raise ; Glad homage pay with awful mirth, And sing before him songs of praise.
48 ÆäÀÌÁö - O COME, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Almighty King ; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's rock we praise. 2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favors past ; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his...
109 ÆäÀÌÁö - tis Jesus Holds the helm, and guides the ship : Spread the sails, and catch the breezes Sent to waft us through the deep, To the regions, Where the mourners cease to weep.
71 ÆäÀÌÁö - Direct, control, suggest this day, All I design, or do, or say ; That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite...

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