The Christian Psalmist; or, Watts' Psalms and Hymns: with copious selections from other sources; the whole carefully revised and arranged, with directions for musical expression

Editor: Th. Hastings, Wm. Patton
Publisher: D. Fanshaw, New York, 1840
Language: English
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588When I can read my title clearPage Scan
589O thou in whose presence my soul takes delightPage Scan
590Stoop down, my thoughts, that [which] used [use] to risePage Scan
591My soul, come, meditate the day, And thinkPage Scan
592Great God, I own thy sentence justPage Scan
593No, I will envy those no morePage Scan
594Death, 'tis a melancholy day To those that have no GodPage Scan
595What scenes of horror and of dread [death]Page Scan
596Earth's stormy night will soon be o'erPage Scan
597Why should the Christian fear to diePage Scan
598O for an overcoming faithPage Scan
599Death cannot make our souls afraid, If God be with us therePage Scan
600When the vale [veil] of death appearsPage Scan
601The hour of my departure's comePage Scan
602Parting soul, the flood awaits [floods await] theePage Scan
603Why lament the Christian dyingPage Scan
604God's only Son was lifted upPage Scan
605Happy soul, thy days are ended [ending]Page Scan
606Sweet is the scene when [where] Christians diePage Scan
607This place is holy groundPage Scan
608Farewell, we meet no more on this side of heavenPage Scan
609O ye mourners, cease to languishPage Scan
610In vain my [the] fancy strives to paint The moment after deathPage Scan
611Hear what the voice from heaven proclaimsPage Scan
612Jesus, the vision [visions] of thy facePage Scan
613There is a house not made with [by] hands, EternalPage Scan
614Hark, from the tomb [tombs] a doleful [warning] [mournful] soundPage Scan
615Life is a space, a fleeting hourPage Scan
616When blooming youth is [are] snatched [called] awayPage Scan
617Why do we [ye] [you] mourn departing [departed] [for dying] friendsPage Scan
618Unvail [Unveil] thy bosom, faithful tombPage Scan
619Thou art gone to the grave but we will not deplore theePage Scan
620And must this body diePage Scan
621Morning breaks upon the tombPage Scan
622Hark, that shout [sound] of rapturous joy [rapture high]Page Scan
623How will my [thy] heart [soul] endurePage Scan
624Dark brood the heavens o'er theePage Scan
625Lo he comes from heaven descending sent to judgePage Scan
626Sing to the Lord, ye heavenly hosts Page Scan
627I saw beyond the tombPage Scan
628That awful day will surely comePage Scan
629Nor eye hath seen nor ear hath heardPage Scan
630There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reignPage Scan
631I would not live alway [always], I ask not to stayPage Scan
632Father in heaven, I long to viewPage Scan
633On Jordan's stormy [rugged] banks I stand, And cast a wishful eyePage Scan
634To Jesus, the crown of my [our] hopePage Scan
635What is life, 'tis but [all] a vaporPage Scan
636O where shall rest be foundPage Scan
637Jerusalem, my happy home, name ever dear to mePage Scan
638O happy saints that [who] dwell in light [above]Page Scan
639There is an hour of peaceful restPage Scan
640Soft echoes from the bending skyPage Scan
641These glorious minds [ones], how bright they shinePage Scan
642Give me the wings of faith to risePage Scan
643Now let our mournful song [songs] recordPage Scan

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