The Psalmist: A New Collection of Hymns for the Use of the Baptist Churches
Gould, Kendall, and Lincoln, 1844 - Baptists - 655 pages
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Page 480 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page 362 - So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb.
Page 398 - GOD, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home...
Page 363 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 143 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Page 480 - Messiah's name. 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 605 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
Page 2 - We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs: High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
Page 45 - I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ; And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
Page 415 - One family we dwell in him, One church above, beneath, Though now divided by the stream, The narrow stream, of death.