A Collection of Psalm and Hymn Tunes, Chants, Anthems, and Sentences: Original and Selected, from the Best Standard Composers : Adapted for the Use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in America, and for Congregations of Other Denominations, as Well as for Societies and Schools

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176 ÆäÀÌÁö - THEREFORE with Angels and Archangels, and with all the company of heaven, we laud and magnify thy glorious Name, evermore praising thee, and saying, Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of hosts, heaven and earth are full of thy glory. Glory be to thee, O Lord most high.
xvii ÆäÀÌÁö - OH ! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, — A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
72 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.
197 ÆäÀÌÁö - The days of our age are threescore years and ten; and though men be so strong that they come to fourscore years : | yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away, and we are gone.
97 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 noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
142 ÆäÀÌÁö - For he is the Lord our God; and we are the people of his pasture, and the sheep of his hand.
193 ÆäÀÌÁö - Glo - ry be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Ho - ly Ghost ; As it 2^4-T — ^-F^— £- t— -i — M~ I -»--»-•»- -1919 -* was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, World without end.
188 ÆäÀÌÁö - O praise the Lord, ye angels of His, ye that excel in strength : ye that fulfil His commandment, and hearken unto the voice of His words. 21 O praise the Lord, all ye His hosts : ye servants of His that do His pleasure. 22 O speak good of the Lord, all ye works of His, in all places of His dominion : praise thou the Lord, O my soul.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - O THOU, to whose all-searching sight The darkness shineth as the light, Search, prove my heart, it pants for thee ; O burst these bonds, and set it free.

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