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. 1868 Excerpt: ...Thine ear in mercy bow! Broken is my heart and low: Guard of my last end be Thou I In that day, that mournful day, When to judgment wakes our clay, Show me mercy, Lord, I prav I ZION, OE, THE CITY OF GOD. rev. John Newton. Glorious things of Thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He whose word cannot be broken, Form'd ...
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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. 1868 Excerpt: ...Thine ear in mercy bow! Broken is my heart and low: Guard of my last end be Thou I In that day, that mournful day, When to judgment wakes our clay, Show me mercy, Lord, I prav I ZION, OE, THE CITY OF GOD. rev. John Newton. Glorious things of Thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God! He whose word cannot be broken, Form'd thee for His own abode: On the Rock of Ages founded, What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou mayst smile at all thy foes. See! the streams of living waters Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove. Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst t' assuage I Grace, which, like the Lord, the Giver, Never fails from age to age. Round each habitation hovering, See the cloud of fire appear! For a glory and a covering, Showing that the Lord is near. Thus deriving from their banner Light by night, and shade by day; Safe they feed upon the manna Which He gives them when they pray. Blest inhabitants of Zion, Wash'd in the Redeemer's blood! Jesus, whom their souls rely on, Makes them kings and priests to God: 'Tis His love His people raises Over self to reign as kings, And as priests His solemn praises Each for a thank-offering brings. Saviour, if of Zion's city I through grace a member am'; Let the world deride or pity, I wiil glory in Thy name. Fading is the worldling's pleasure, All his boasted pomp and show; Solid joys and lasting treasure None but Zion's children know. THE EEFUGE. De. Isaac Watts..Tune--" St. Gall." Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, The eternal hills beyond the skies; Thence all her help my soul derives, There my Almighty Refuge lives. He lives, the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood! The heavens with a...
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