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... springs of glory rise ; And their fulness Every want and wish supplies . There , shall no thorn e'er pierce the breast ; There , the heart ne'er heaves a sigh ; There , we hope to walk with Jesus ; All our loved connexions by : And to ...
... springs of glory rise ; And their fulness Every want and wish supplies . There , shall no thorn e'er pierce the breast ; There , the heart ne'er heaves a sigh ; There , we hope to walk with Jesus ; All our loved connexions by : And to ...
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... springs ; Silent and soft its waters glide , Like the peace the Saviour brings . The thirsty pilgrim stoops to drink Of the cool and quiet wave ; And the anxious spirit stops to think Of Him who came to save . " Siloam " is the ...
... springs ; Silent and soft its waters glide , Like the peace the Saviour brings . The thirsty pilgrim stoops to drink Of the cool and quiet wave ; And the anxious spirit stops to think Of Him who came to save . " Siloam " is the ...
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... spring , And feeds and gladdens every living thing ; So may thy Word upon a world destroyed , Come down in blessing , and return not void ; So may it come in universal showers , And fill the dreary wilderness with flowers ! Let Truth ...
... spring , And feeds and gladdens every living thing ; So may thy Word upon a world destroyed , Come down in blessing , and return not void ; So may it come in universal showers , And fill the dreary wilderness with flowers ! Let Truth ...
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... spring To heaven in prayer and praise . Each tree that lifts its head on high , Speaks of what God has given , The tree whose leaves shall never die , " The Tree of Life " in heaven . The beauteous flowers , so fresh and fair They have ...
... spring To heaven in prayer and praise . Each tree that lifts its head on high , Speaks of what God has given , The tree whose leaves shall never die , " The Tree of Life " in heaven . The beauteous flowers , so fresh and fair They have ...
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Benjamin Richings. And Spring , with her returning bloom , With all her verdant train , Proclaims that from the silent tomb , We too shall rise again . Yes - there are voices far and near , Nor can we count them all ; Mortals ! incline a ...
Benjamin Richings. And Spring , with her returning bloom , With all her verdant train , Proclaims that from the silent tomb , We too shall rise again . Yes - there are voices far and near , Nor can we count them all ; Mortals ! incline a ...
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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.