A Selection of Sacred Poetry; Consisting of Psalms and Hymns, from Watts, Doddridge, Merrick, Scott, Cowper, Barbauld, Steele, and Others (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. 1828 Excerpt: ...with heart and tongue, Our cheerful homage raise. 3 Thy mild, thy wise and righteous reign, Let ev'ry being own; And in our minds, thy work divine, Erect thy gracious throne. 4 As angels in the heav'nly worlds Thy bless'd commands fulfil; So may thy creatures here below Perform thy holy will. 5 On thee we day by day depend; Our daily wants supply; With truth and virtue feed our souls, That they may never die. 6 Extend thy grace to ev'ry fault; Oh let thy love forgive Teach us divine forgiveness too, Nor let resentments live. 7 Where tempting snares bestrew the way, Permit us not to tread; Or turn all real evil far From our unguarded head. 8 Thy sacred name we would adore, With cheerful, humble mind; And praise thy goodness, pow'r, and truth, Eternal, unconfin'd. 299. C. M. Doddridge. The prayer of Jacob. 1 O GOD of Jacob by whose hand Thine lsr'el still is fed; Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led. 2 To thee our humble vows we raise, To thee address our pray'r; And in thy kind and faithful breast, Deposit all our care. 3 If thou, through each perplexing path Wilt be our constant guide; If thou wilt daily bread supply, And raiment wilt provide; 4 If thou wilt spread thy shield around, Till these our wand'rings cease, And at our Father's lov'd abode Our souls arrive in peace; 5 To thee, as to our cov'nant-God, We 'll our whole selves resign; And thankful own, that all we are, And all we have is thine. 300. C. M. 6klect Collection. Aspirations after the christian temper. 1 ALMIGHTY Maker Lord of all Of life the only Spring Creator of unnumber'd worlds Supreme, eternal King 2 Drive from the confines of my heart Impenitence and pride; Nor let me, in forbidden paths, With thoughtless sinners glide. 3 Whate'er thine all-discerning eye ...