The cathedral Psalter ... pointed for chanting, by S.F. Jones [and others].

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Samuel Flood Jones
1874
 

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Page 143 - He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth; And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart.
Page 138 - Be ye sure that the Lord he is God : it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. 3 O go your way into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise : be thankful unto him, and speak good of his name.
Page 115 - Thou preparedst room before it, and didst cause it to take deep root, and it filled the land. The hills were covered with the shadow of it, and the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars. She sent out her boughs unto the sea, and her branches unto the river.
Page 37 - But as for me, I am a worm, and no man : a very scorn of men, and the outcast of the people. 7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn : they shoot out their lips, and shake their heads, saying, 8 He trusted in God, that he would deliver him : let him deliver him, if he will have him.
Page 2 - Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over him. For in that he died, he died unto sin once: but in that he liveth, he liveth unto God.
Page 141 - Yea, like as a father pitieth his own children, even so is the Lord merciful unto them that fear Him. 14 For He knoweth whereof we are made ; He remembereth that we are but dust.
Page 4 - When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
Page 19 - LORD, rebuke me not in thine indignation : neither chasten me in thy displeasure. 2 Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am weak : O Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed.
Page 66 - O send out Thy light and Thy truth, that they may lead me : and bring me unto Thy holy hill and to Thy dwelling.
Page 30 - They are inclosed in their own fat : and their mouth speaketh proud things. 11 They lie waiting in our way on every side : turning their eyes down to the ground ; 12 Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey : and as it were a lion's whelp, lurking in secret places.

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