A Church hymn book, compiled by three clergyman

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第 125 頁 - 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.
第 128 頁 - 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,
第 132 頁 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth : While 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.
第 132 頁 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an almighty Hand.
第 2 頁 - HARK! the song of jubilee; Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore : Hallelujah ! for the Lord God omnipotent shall reign ; Hallelujah ! let the word Echo round the earth and main.
第 126 頁 - 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. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy Love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
第 77 頁 - The light of truth to us display, And make us know and choose thy way ; Plant holy fear in every heart, That we from God may ne'er depart.
第 125 頁 - Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made...
第 21 頁 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds in a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, and drives away his fear.
第 135 頁 - Thy bountiful care, what tongue can recite? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain, And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.

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