Psalms and Hymns, Selected, for the Use of the Congregation of the Parish Church of Thame

Psalms and Hymns, Selected, for the Use of the Congregation of the Parish Church of Thame

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1840 edition. Excerpt: ...praise, Glorious in His works and ways. 2 Shout ye little flock, and blest, You on Jesu's throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepar'd, There your kingdom and reward. 3 Fear not, brethren, joyful stand, Soon you'll reach the happy land; Jesus Christ, your Father's Son, Bids you, undismay'd, go on. 4 Onward, then, dear Lord, we'll go, Gladly leaving all below; Only Thou our Leader be, And we still will follow Thee. 164 Luke xii. 35--37. S. M. 1 Ye servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait. Observant of His heavenly Word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame; Gird up your loins as in His sight, For holy is His name. 3 Watch! 'tis our Lord's command; And while we speak He's near: Mark the first signal of His hand, And ready all appear! 4 O! happy servant he In such a posture found! He shall his Lord with rapture see, And be with honour crown'd. 5 The supper Christ shall spread With His own royal hand, And raise that favour'd servants head Amidst the angelic band. 165 Luke xiv. 12, L. M. 1 Hither, ye poor! ye sick! ye blind! A sin-disorder'd trembling throng, To you the Gospel calls, to you Messiah's blessings all belong! 2 Reason's and virtue's boasting sons Derive no blessings from His tree; For sinners only Jesus died--Then sure I hear He died for me! 3 'Twas with our griefs Messiah groan'd; 'Twas with our guilt His soul was tried; Our punishment He took, He bore, And sinners liv'd when Jesus died! 4 Awake, each heart; arise, each soul, And join the blissful choirs above; May nothing tune our future song But heav'nly wisdom, heav'nly love! 166 Luke Xt. 7. L. M. 1 Who can describe the joys that rise Through all the courts of Paradise, To see a prodigal return, To see an heir of glory born? more

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  • Paperback | 66 pages
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  • English
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  • 9781236545435