Church Psalmist: Or, Psalms and Hymns, Designed for the Public, Social, and Private Use of Evangelical Christians. Containing, Also, Directions for Musical Expression. With Supplement
Presbyterian Publication Committee [1857? c1847], 1847 - Hymns, English - 723 pages
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Page 363 - Amazing grace! How sweet the sound That saved a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found; Was blind, but now I see.
Page 127 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream. Bears all its sons away ; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day. 6 Our God, our help in ages past...
Page 299 - Ashamed of Jesus ! yes, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tear to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quell, no soul to save. 6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — Till then I boast a Saviour slain ! And O, may this my glory be, That Christ is not ashamed of me ! Joseph (Iriffg.
Page 395 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Page 311 - 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?
Page 296 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin.
Page 471 - The dead in Christ shall first arise At the last trumpet's sounding, Caught up to meet Him in the skies, With joy their Lord surrounding : No gloomy fears their souls dismay, His presence sheds eternal day On those prepared to meet Him.
Page 481 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.