The Psalms and Hymns of the Late Dr. Isaac Watts, Հատոր 2Francis Westley, 1821 |
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adore almighty angels Awake Behold beneath bless bless'd blest blood breath bright cheerful Christ Common Metre darkness dear death delight divine DOXOLOGY dreadful dwell dy'd dying earth endless eternal ev'ry everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feet flame flesh glorious glory God the Father God's gospel guilt hand heart heaven heavenly hell holy honours hope Hosanna humble humble souls HYMN immortal ISAAC WATTS Jesus Jews joyful joys King Lamb Law and Gospel live Long Metre Lord Lyrics mercy mighty mortal ne'er o'er pain pardon passions pow'r praise promis'd reigns rise sacred saints salvation Satan Saviour Saviour bleed Seraphs shine Short Metre sing sinners sins skies smile Solomon's Song song sorrows soul sovereign Spirit stand sweet taste thee thine things thou thoughts throne thy grace thy love thy name tongue Twas vengeance voice wings wondrous worms wrath Ye saints
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Էջ 284 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin.
Էջ 199 - MY God ! the spring of all my joys, The life of my delights, The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights ! 2 In darkest shades if he appear, My dawning is begun : He is my soul's sweet morning star, And he my rising sun.
Էջ 281 - MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine.
Էջ 159 - rest, That saw the Lord arise ; Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints today ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Էջ 211 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4. ' There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heavenly rest ; And not a wave of trouble roll Across my peaceful breast.
Էջ 56 - 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"— our lips reply,
Էջ 282 - Give me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys ! How bright their glories be ! 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins and doubts and fears.
Էջ 211 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours.
Էջ 175 - COME, we that love the Lord, And let our joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne.
Էջ 40 - Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease ? While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 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...