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Seite 119 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Seite 115 - MY dear Redeemer and my Lord, I read my duty in thy word ; But in thy life the law appears, Drawn out in living characters. 2. Such was thy truth, and such thy zeal, Such deference to thy Father's will — Such love, and meekness so divine — I would transcribe and make them mine.
Seite 39 - Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget The wormwood and the gall, Go, spread your trophies at His feet, And crown Him Lord of all.
Seite 196 - UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb ; Take this new treasure to thy trust, And give these sacred relics room To slumber in the silent dust. 2 Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear Invade thy bounds ; no mortal woes Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, While angels watch the soft repose.
Seite 216 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till...
Seite 186 - I would not live alway : no — welcome the tomb: Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom. There sweet be my rest till he bid me arise To hail him in triumph descending the skies.
Seite 21 - We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is Thy command ; Vast as eternity Thy love ; Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.
Seite 213 - How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found...
Seite 193 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame! Quit, oh quit this mortal frame : Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying. Oh the pain, the bliss of dying! Cease, fond Nature, cease thy strife, And let me languish into life. Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away.