abode abound adore almighty amidst appointed Assembly Behold bless bless'd blood cheer Christ Church of Scotland clouds CORINTH crown'd dark death disclos'd divine dust dwell e'er earth ECCLES eternal ev'ry everlasting everlasting love evermore evil evil hour eyes faith faithless Father Father's face fix'd flow'rs form'd frame giv'n glorious glory grace grave grief guilt hand happy day hast hath hear the voice heart heav'n heav'nly heaven's holy honours hope HOSEA hour humble HYMN Isaiah Jehovah Jesus joyful light Lord lov'd LUKE MATTH mercy mourn night o'er offer'd peace pow'r praise pray'rs Presbyteries PROV Psalmody race rais'd reign restor❜d rise sacred saith salvation Saviour scorn shine sinners sins skies Sloth Son of God song sorrows soul thee thine thou throne TRANSLATIONS AND PARAPHRASES tribes truth VIII wash'd wond'rous xxvi
Page 112 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 116 - What, though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What, though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, ' The hand that made us is Divine.
Page 60 - Fear not," said he — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind — " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Page 115 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Page 114 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 50 - Our hearts, if God we seek to know, Shall know Him, and rejoice; His coming like the morn shall be, Like morning songs His voice.
Page 113 - ... mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare That glows within my ravish'd heart? But Thou canst read it there. Thy Providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redrest; When in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast.
Page 117 - WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face ; O how shall I appear ! 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought: 3...
Page 108 - Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky.