A collection of Psalms and hymns, to be used in St. Stephen's church, Salford, by N.M. Cheek
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A Collection of Psalms and Hymns, to Be Used in St. Stephen's Church ...
Salford St. Stephen
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abroad adore almighty angels appear bear behold believe blefs bleft blood born boundleſs bring Chrift church comes Comforter death defire delight divine dwell earth employ eternal ev'ry everlaſting eyes facred faints faith fall falvation fame Father fave fear feel fhall fing finners fong foul ftill give glad glorious glory gracious hands happy hath head hear heart heav'n heav'nly hofts holy honour hope humble HYMN immortal Jefus join joyful keep King Lamb land lift light live Lord meet mercy mighty never peace pow'r praife praiſe pray proclaim PSALM raiſe receive reigns rejoice rife Saviour ſhall Spirit thanks thee thine things thou art thought throne thy face thy grace thy love thy name thy word tongue truth voice wait whofe whole wings wond'rous wonders
Page 54 - Prince of peace ! Hail, the Sun of righteousness ! Light and life to all He brings, Risen with healing in His wings : Mild He lays His glory by, Born that man no more may die ; Born to raise the sons of earth ; Born to give them second birth.
Page 104 - If in this darksome wild I stray, Be thou my Light, be thou my Way ; No foes, no violence I fear, No fraud, while thou, my God, art near.
Page 33 - Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around...
Page 90 - LOVE divine, all love excelling, Joy of heaven, to earth come down ! Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown ; Jesus', thou art all compassion, Pure, unbounded love thou art ; Visit us with thy salvation, Enter every trembling heart.
Page 83 - 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 81 - Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; Wash me, and mine thou art : Wash me, but not my feet alone, My hands, my head, my heart.
Page 22 - The Lord, ye know, is God indeed ; Without our aid he did us make : We are his flock, he doth us feed, And for his sheep he doth us take.
Page 73 - And melt mine eyes to tears. 5 But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.
Page 82 - 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,
Page 54 - Christ, by highest heaven adored, Christ, the everlasting Lord, Late in time behold him come Offspring of a Virgin's womb!