The Book of praises, being the Book of psalms, with notes orig. and selected, by W.H. Alexander, ed. by his family

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William Henry Alexander
1867

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Page 377 - The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me : I found trouble and sorrow.
Page 80 - Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it : and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Page 229 - His name shall endure for ever: his name shall be continued as long as the sun: and men shall be blessed in him: all nations shall call him blessed.
Page 115 - By the word of the LORD were the heavens made ; and all the host of them by the breath of his mouth.
Page 128 - I have been young, and now am old ; yet have I not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his seed begging bread.
Page 195 - O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is, 2 to see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary.
Page 248 - The voice of thy thunder was in the heaven : the lightnings lightened the world : the earth trembled and shook. 19 Thy way is in the sea, and thy path in the great waters, and thy footsteps are not known.
Page 124 - They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures.
Page 153 - There is a river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the most high.
Page 435 - BY THE rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there they that carried us away captive required of us a song; and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.

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