Hymns and Spiritual Songs: In Three Books. ... By I. Watts, D.D.
W. Strahan, J. and F. Rivington, J. Buckland, G. Keith, L. Hawes W. Clarke & B. Collins [and 3 others in London], 1773 - 338 pages
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adore Almighty Angels appears Arms bear Behold beneath Bleſſings Blood Book break Breath bright bring Christ Command Darkneſs Dead dear Death deep Delight divine dreadful dwell dying Earth eternal ev'ry everlaſting Eyes Face Faith Father's Fears Feet Flame Fleſh flow give glorious Glory God's Grace grow Guilt Hand Head hear Heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell Hills holy Honours Hope Hour humble immortal Jesus Joys King Lamb Land Light living Look LORD Love mighty Mind mortal move muſt Name Nature never Night Pains Peace Place Pleaſure Pow'r Praiſe Promiſe Race raiſe Rebels reigns riſe roll round Saints Salvation Saviour ſee ſhall ſhine ſhould Sight ſing Sinners Sins Skies Song Sons Soul Spirit ſtand taſte thee theſe thine Things thoſe thou Thoughts thouſand thro Throne thy Grace Tongues Voice wait World Wrath
Page 129 - But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.
Page 245 - Father's will, Such love, and meekness so divine, I would transcribe and make them mine. 3 Cold mountains and the midnight air Witnessed the fervor of Thy prayer : The desert Thy temptations knew, Thy conflict, and Thy victory too. 4 Be Thou my pattern ; make me bear More of Thy gracious image here. Then God the Judge shall own my name Among the followers of the Lamb.
Page 135 - Fain would mine eyes my Saviour see ; I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire : Come, my dear Jesus ! from above, And feed my soul with heavenly love.
Page 42 - Let all that dwell above the sky, And air, and earth, and seas, Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise.
Page 229 - I fly to thee, my Lord ; And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief assuage ; Here I behold my Saviour's face, Almost in every page.
Page 267 - Great GOD ! Thy sovereign power impart To give Thy word success ; Write Thy salvation in my heart, And make me learn Thy grace. 5 Show my forgetful feet the way That leads to joys on high, There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.
Page 217 - To an immortal tune ; Let the wide earth resound the deeds Celestial grace has done.
Page 125 - Why should we tremble to convey Their bodies to the tomb ? There the dear flesh of Jesus lay, And left a long perfume.
Page 7 - He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! / 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long, But died without the sight.