The Happy Christian: Or, Piety the Only Foundation of True and Substantial Joy

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Wm. Robinson, 1838 - 192 pages

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Page 36 - I WILL bless the Lord at all times: his praise shall continually be in my mouth. My soul shall make her boast in the Lord: the humble shall hear thereof, and be glad.
Page 120 - I have gone astray like a lost sheep; seek thy servant; for I do not forget thy commandments.
Page 158 - By him therefore let us offer the sacrifice of praise to God continually, that is, the fruit of our lips giving thanks to his name. 16 But to do good and to communicate forget not: for with such sacrifices God is well pleased.
Page 179 - I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree. Yet he passed away, and, lo, he was not: yea, I sought him, but he could not be found.
Page 64 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God ! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Page 184 - The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileged beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of Heaven.
Page 64 - To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer.
Page 25 - Thou ait the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing they are lost, and rove At random, without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man, His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer, and his will to serve. But...
Page 36 - Lord upon the harp : sing to the harp with a psalm of thanksgiving. With trumpets also and shawms : O shew yourselves joyful before the Lord the King. Let the sea make a noise, and all that therein is : the round world, and they that dwell therein. Let the floods clap their hands, and let the hills be joyful together before the Lord : for he cometh to judge the earth.
Page 25 - O, thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art of all thy gifts thyself the crown ! Give what thou canst, without thee we are poor ; And with thee rich, take what thou wilt away.

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