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... Hand , the little 92 Heavenly course - Hope Happy man Harvest , joy in Healing at sunset Heaven worship of Helm , my father's at Hindoo convert's reply Hour glass , on my daughter's Howard , John 58 * 195 36 65 , 240 218 165 190 * 246 ...
... Hand , the little 92 Heavenly course - Hope Happy man Harvest , joy in Healing at sunset Heaven worship of Helm , my father's at Hindoo convert's reply Hour glass , on my daughter's Howard , John 58 * 195 36 65 , 240 218 165 190 * 246 ...
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Benjamin Richings. CONFIDENCE IN GOD . " My times are in thy hand . " - Psalm xxxi , 15 . My times of sorrow and of joy , Great God , are in thy hand ; My choicest comforts come from Thee , And go at thy command . If Thou should'st take ...
Benjamin Richings. CONFIDENCE IN GOD . " My times are in thy hand . " - Psalm xxxi , 15 . My times of sorrow and of joy , Great God , are in thy hand ; My choicest comforts come from Thee , And go at thy command . If Thou should'st take ...
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... hand , " My Saviour and my Lord ; Weary and worn I come to Thee , And plead thy precious word . " My times are in thy hand , " Spirit of life and light ; Thou did'st from darkness call Shine now upon my night . " My times are in thy hand ...
... hand , " My Saviour and my Lord ; Weary and worn I come to Thee , And plead thy precious word . " My times are in thy hand , " Spirit of life and light ; Thou did'st from darkness call Shine now upon my night . " My times are in thy hand ...
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... hand ; All my brightest hopes have planned , To thy wisdom I resign , And would make thy purpose mine . Thou my daily task shalt give , Day by day to Thee I'll live ; So shall added years fulfil , Not my own , my Father's will . Oh ! to ...
... hand ; All my brightest hopes have planned , To thy wisdom I resign , And would make thy purpose mine . Thou my daily task shalt give , Day by day to Thee I'll live ; So shall added years fulfil , Not my own , my Father's will . Oh ! to ...
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... hand , the lame man leaped , The blind forgot his woe , And with a sudden rapture gazed On nature's glorious show . Up from his bed of misery rose The paralytic pale , While the loathed leper dared once more His fellow man to hail . The ...
... hand , the lame man leaped , The blind forgot his woe , And with a sudden rapture gazed On nature's glorious show . Up from his bed of misery rose The paralytic pale , While the loathed leper dared once more His fellow man to hail . The ...
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Сторінка 61 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away : Change and decay in all around I see ; 0 Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
Сторінка 161 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Сторінка 304 - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Сторінка 141 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Сторінка 29 - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show : The love of Jesus, what it is, None but his loved ones know.
Сторінка 152 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Сторінка 194 - One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Сторінка 141 - But in his duty, prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Сторінка 224 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there : Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child!
Сторінка 127 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.