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... strength in age ! My rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition , pleasure , wealth : My world ! My light in darkness ! and my life in death ! My boast in time ! bliss through eternity ! Eternity too short to speak thy praise , Or fathom ...
... strength in age ! My rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition , pleasure , wealth : My world ! My light in darkness ! and my life in death ! My boast in time ! bliss through eternity ! Eternity too short to speak thy praise , Or fathom ...
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... strength for daily needs ; Cast foreboding fears away , Take the manna of to - day . Lord ! my times are in thy hand ; All my brightest hopes have planned , To thy wisdom I resign , And would make thy purpose mine . Thou my daily task ...
... strength for daily needs ; Cast foreboding fears away , Take the manna of to - day . Lord ! my times are in thy hand ; All my brightest hopes have planned , To thy wisdom I resign , And would make thy purpose mine . Thou my daily task ...
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... strength the sufferer's stay , Thine early choice that better part Which cannot fade away ; Thy zeal for Christ a quenchless fire , Thy friends the men of peace , Thy heritage an angel's lyre , When earthly changes cease . D ...
... strength the sufferer's stay , Thine early choice that better part Which cannot fade away ; Thy zeal for Christ a quenchless fire , Thy friends the men of peace , Thy heritage an angel's lyre , When earthly changes cease . D ...
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... strength , and mind ; I see thy cross - there teach my heart to cling : O let me 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 ...
... strength , and mind ; I see thy cross - there teach my heart to cling : O let me 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 ...
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... , with lifted eye , He bless'd and brake the slender store of food , And fed the famish'd thousands . Wondering awe , With renovated strength , inspired their souls , As , gazing on the miracle , they mark'd The 40 FLOWERS OF.
... , with lifted eye , He bless'd and brake the slender store of food , And fed the famish'd thousands . Wondering awe , With renovated strength , inspired their souls , As , gazing on the miracle , they mark'd The 40 FLOWERS OF.
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angels art Thou beneath bless blest bliss breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY cheer Christ Christian clouds COWPER crown dark dear death didst divine dwell E'en earth earthly EDMESTON eternal faith Father fear flow flowers garden prayed glad glorious glory God's grace gracious grief H. F. LYTE hand hath hear heaven heavenly holy hope hopes and fears hour Isaiah L Jesus LEGH RICHMOND life's light little hour live Lord MANCETTER mercy Mercy Seat mortal mourn ne'er never night numbers o'er pain peace pleasure praise pray prayer rejoice rest righteousness rise rolling clouds Sabbath sacred saints Saviour seek shade shine sigh SIGOURNEY sing sins skies smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stream sweet tears tempests thee thine Thou art thou hast thought throne toil tomb truth voice wandering wave weary weep wings word
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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.