The Scottish Psalter: Being the Psalms in Metre, with the Paraphrases, and a Selection of the Prose Psalms. With Appropriate Tunes and Chants
Nelson, 1883 - 258 páginas
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Página 218 - And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me : therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy ; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord.
Página 212 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not if I might; Choose Thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright.
Página 82 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : His truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set. 1 Exodus xvii. 11. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Página 24 - GOD of my life, to thee I call ! Afflicted, at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Página 93 - For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways ; Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.
Página 219 - What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Página 188 - See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply Thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove ; Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage ! Grace which, like the Lord the giver, Never fails from age to age.