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... seeking the -- reigneth Love , divine Christian 134 * 192 156 220 87 201 243 56 , 310 271 Marriage hymn 167 Martyrs , English 224 Martyr's stone 225 Mary 62 at the sepulchre 304 Memory and hope * 90 Mercy 102 pleading for 117 seat 178 ...
... seeking the -- reigneth Love , divine Christian 134 * 192 156 220 87 201 243 56 , 310 271 Marriage hymn 167 Martyrs , English 224 Martyr's stone 225 Mary 62 at the sepulchre 304 Memory and hope * 90 Mercy 102 pleading for 117 seat 178 ...
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... seek enduring happiness In Thee , and Thee alone . What is the world with all its store ? ' Tis but a bitter sweet ; When I attempt to pluck the rose , A piercing thorn I meet . Here , perfect bliss can ne'er be found , The honey's ...
... seek enduring happiness In Thee , and Thee alone . What is the world with all its store ? ' Tis but a bitter sweet ; When I attempt to pluck the rose , A piercing thorn I meet . Here , perfect bliss can ne'er be found , The honey's ...
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... seek ! But what to those who find ? Ah ! this No tongue nor pen can show ; The love of Jesus ! what it is , None but His loved ones know . Jesus ! may all thy saving name , Thy wondrous love adore , And seeking Thee , themselves inflame ...
... seek ! But what to those who find ? Ah ! this No tongue nor pen can show ; The love of Jesus ! what it is , None but His loved ones know . Jesus ! may all thy saving name , Thy wondrous love adore , And seeking Thee , themselves inflame ...
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... seek Thee , and oh ! let me find . Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh ; Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear , To check the rising doubt , the rebel sigh ; Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer . Teach me to love Thee ...
... seek Thee , and oh ! let me find . Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh ; Teach me the struggles of the soul to bear , To check the rising doubt , the rebel sigh ; Teach me the patience of unanswered prayer . Teach me to love Thee ...
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... Seek not to chain my spirit here ; My wealth transcends these gaudy toys , My home is in a higher sphere . I cannot stay to cull the flowers , The fading flowers of guilty earth , Nor banquet in the sinful bowers Of indolence and ...
... Seek not to chain my spirit here ; My wealth transcends these gaudy toys , My home is in a higher sphere . I cannot stay to cull the flowers , The fading flowers of guilty earth , Nor banquet in the sinful bowers Of indolence and ...
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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.