Hallelujah: Or, Britain's Second Remembrancer; Bringing to Remembrance (in Praiseful and Penitential Hymns, Spiritual Songs, and Moral Odes,) Meditations, Advancing the Glory of God, in the Practice of Piety and Virtue

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J. R. Smith, 1857 - 399 стор.
 

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Сторінка x - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: 18. Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Сторінка ix - Angels and supernal powers, Be the noblest tenor yours : Let, in praise of God, the sound Run a never-ending round, That our song of praise may be Everlasting, as is He.
Сторінка x - And his brightness was as the light; he had horns coming out of his hand: and there was the hiding of his power. Before him went the pestilence, and burning coals went forth at his feet. He stood, and measured the earth: he beheld, and drove asunder the nations; and the everlasting mountains were scattered, the perpetual hills did bow: his ways are everlasting.
Сторінка ix - Let those things which do not live, In still music praises give ; Lowly pipe, ye worms that creep, On the earth, or in the deep ; Loud aloft your voices strain, Beasts and monsters of the main ; Birds, your warbling treble sing ; Clouds, your peals of thunders ring ; Sun and moon, exalted higher, And bright stars, augment the choir.
Сторінка x - The mountains saw thee, and they trembled : The overflowing of the water passed by: The deep uttered his voice, And lifted up his hands on high. The sun and moon stood still in their habitation: At the light of thine arrows they went, And at the shining of thy glittering spear.
Сторінка 67 - Sweet baby, sleep ! what ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry ? Be still, my child, and lend thine ear, To hear me sing thy lullaby. My pretty lamb, forbear to weep ; Be still, my dear ; sweet baby, sleep.

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