A Selection from Tate and Brady's Version of the Psalms; With Hymns by Various Authors (Paperback)

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. 1835. Excerpt: ... Who formed his creatures by a word, And then pronounced them good. 4 Lord, how thy wonders are displayed Where'er we turn our eyes; Whether we view the ground we tread, Or gaze upon the skies 5 There's not a plant nor flower below, But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise, and tempests blow By order from thy throne. 6 Creation, vast as it may be, Is subject to thy will: There's not a place where we can flee, But God is with us still. 7 'Tis on his earth we stand or move, And 'tis his air we breathe; All heaven he fills with beams of love, With terrors hell beneath. 8 On him each moment we depend; If he withdraw, we die: Oh may we ne'er that God offend, Who is for ever nigh. HYMN 32. C. M. Habitual Devotion. 1 While thee I seek, protecting power Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. 2 Thy love the powers of thought bestowed; To thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o'er my life has flowed: --That mercy I adore 3 In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by thee. 4 In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. 5 When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill: Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet thy will.. 6 My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see; My steadfast heart shall know no fear: --That heart shall rest on thee HYMN 33. L. M. Give Thanks to God in all Things. 1 Great God our joyful thanks to thee, Shall, like thy gifts, continual be: In constant streams thy bounty flows, Nor end nor interruption knows. 2 From thee our comforts all arise, Our numerous wants thy hand supplies; Nor can we ever, ...