Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship: In the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America
Presbyterian Board of Pub., 1843 - Bible - 897 pages
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Page 205 - Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ, my God : All the vain things that charm me most I sacrifice them to his blood. 3. 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 ? 4.
Page 254 - Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No, when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His name.
Page 280 - Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God ? 4 Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ! I'1l bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported by thy word.
Page 31 - How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
Page 27 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Page 443 - The world recedes, it disappears : Heaven opens on my eyes ; my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings; I mount, I fly: O grave, where is thy victory, O death, where is thy sting ? XII.
Page 350 - Glorious things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God; he whose word cannot be broken formed thee for his own abode. On the Rock of ages founded, what can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
Page 247 - BLEST be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love ; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above. 2 Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.