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. 1827 Excerpt: ...In silent harmony unite To praise thee as they roll; 4 And shall not we of human race, The glorious concert join? Shall not the children of thy grace Attempt the theme divine? 5 Not all the feeble notes of time Can show, OGod, thy praise; Nor all the noblest strains sublime That earth or heaven can raise. 6 Yet may ...
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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. 1827 Excerpt: ...In silent harmony unite To praise thee as they roll; 4 And shall not we of human race, The glorious concert join? Shall not the children of thy grace Attempt the theme divine? 5 Not all the feeble notes of time Can show, OGod, thy praise; Nor all the noblest strains sublime That earth or heaven can raise. 6 Yet may this be our best employ, Through life's uncertain day: And in the realms of boundless joy, Eternal be our lay. 91. L. m. 1 Lord, raise each weak desponding mind; Take from our hearts the anxious sigh: Can sovereign goodness be unkind? Are we not safe, if thou be nigh? 2 Thou hold'st all nature in thy hand; That gracious hand, on which we live, Does life, and time, and death command, And has immortal joys to give. 3 Thou canst support each fainting frame; On thee alone our hopes recline: The wondrous glories of thy name, How wide they spread! how bright they shine! 4 Infinite wisdom! boundless power! Unchanging faithfulness and love! Here let us trust, while we adore, Nor from our refuge e'er remove. 1 Lord, should we count thy mercies o'er, How vast the numbers rise! Beyond the sands that spread the shore, Or stars that gild the skies. 2 Whene'er we close our eyes in sleep, These thoughts shall soothe our rest; And when we wake, they still shall keep Their place within the breast. S Do our fond hearts some favorite sin Within themselves conceal? O may a beam of light divine The hidden guilt reveal. 4 If in the paths of dark deceit Our souls have gone astray, O turn and guide our wandering feet In thy celestial way. 93, c. M. 1 Lord, should we trace creation o'er, In search of sacred rest, The whole creation is too poor To make us fully blest. 2 In vain would this low world employ Each flattering specious wile, For what can yield a real joy But t...
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