A Selection Of Psalms And Hymns For Every Sunday And Principal Festival Throughout The Year For The User Of Congregations In The Diocess Sic Of Que

Author : Anonymous
Publisher : Rarebooksclub.com
ISBN 13 : 9781230171265
Total Pages : 26 pages
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Download or read book A Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Every Sunday and Principal Festival Throughout the Year; for the User of Congregations in the Diocess [Sic] of Que written by Anonymous and published by Rarebooksclub.com. This book was released on 2013-09 with total page 26 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1835 edition. Excerpt: ...spring. Then shall my song, with praise inspir'd, To thee, my God, ascend, Who to thy servant in distress Such bounty didst extend. PSALM XXVIII. C. M. Ver. 1, 2, 3. G. P. O Lord, my rock, to thee I cry, In sighs consume my breath: O answer, or I shall become Like those that sleep in death. Regard my supplication, Lord, The cries that I repeat, With weeping eyes and lifted hands, Before thy mercy seat. Let me escape the sinners' doom, Who make a trade of ill, And ever speak the person fair Whose blood they mean to spill. Gloria Patri. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom we adore, Be glory, as it was, is now, And shall be evermore. PSALM LXXXVI. Part 1. CM. Ver. 1, 2, sTJ, 6. To my complaint, O Lord my God, Thy gracious ear incline; Hear me, distress'd and destitute Of all relief but thine! Do thou, O God! preserve my soul, That does thy name adore; Thy servant keep, and him, whose trust Relies on thee, restore. To me, who daily thee invoke, Thy mercy, Lord, extend: Refresh thy servant's soul, whose hopes On thee alone depend. Thou, Lord, art good--not only good, But prompt to pardon, too; Of plenteous mercy to all those Who for thy mercy sue. HYMN LXXII. C. M. Fast Day. Almighty Lord! before thy throne Thy mourning people bend; 'Tis on thy pard'ning grace alone Our prostrate hopes depend. Dark judgments from thy heavy hand, Thy dreadful pow'r display; Yet mercy spares our guilty land, And still we live to pray. O turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, Convert us by thy grace; Then shall our hearts obey thy word, And humbly seek thy face. Then should insulting foes invade, We shall not sink in fear; Secure of never-failing aid, If God, our God, be near. PSALM VI. C. M. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4. Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain, And spare a...