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... once that cheered my way Have dropt behind or gone before . Now I am one amidst the crowd Of lite and action hurrying round ; Now left alone - for like a cloud They came , they went , and are not found . Even from myself sometimes I ...
... once that cheered my way Have dropt behind or gone before . Now I am one amidst the crowd Of lite and action hurrying round ; Now left alone - for like a cloud They came , they went , and are not found . Even from myself sometimes I ...
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... once paid , That consummatum est was said ; And said by Him , that said no more , But sealed it with His sacred breath : Thou then , that has dispunged my score , And , dying , wert the death of death , Be to me now - on Thee I call— My ...
... once paid , That consummatum est was said ; And said by Him , that said no more , But sealed it with His sacred breath : Thou then , that has dispunged my score , And , dying , wert the death of death , Be to me now - on Thee I call— My ...
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... once for man below , Bending from thy throne on high , Hear our solemn litany ! By thy helpless infant years , By thy life of wants and tears , By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness , - By the dread , permitted hour Of ...
... once for man below , Bending from thy throne on high , Hear our solemn litany ! By thy helpless infant years , By thy life of wants and tears , By thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness , - By the dread , permitted hour Of ...
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... once more appears , Then , my Redeemer , then I find The follies of my doubts and fears . Straight I upbraid my wand'ring heart ; And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part , Or harbour one hard thought of Thee ...
... once more appears , Then , my Redeemer , then I find The follies of my doubts and fears . Straight I upbraid my wand'ring heart ; And blush that I should ever be Thus prone to act so base a part , Or harbour one hard thought of Thee ...
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... once betray'd , denied , or fled , By those who shar'd his daily bread . When vexing thoughts within me rise And , sore dismay'd , my spirit dies , Yet He , who once vouchsaf'd to bear The anguish bord'ring on despair , Shall sweetly ...
... once betray'd , denied , or fled , By those who shar'd his daily bread . When vexing thoughts within me rise And , sore dismay'd , my spirit dies , Yet He , who once vouchsaf'd to bear The anguish bord'ring on despair , Shall sweetly ...
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abide angels beams beneath bless blest bliss blood breast breath bright calm child Christ clouds dark death despair thou never divine doth dread dwell earth eternal false earth Father fear flee flesh foes give glorious glory grief hand hath healing hear heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly hell holy hope hour Jesus Lamb of God life's light live liveth Lord love divine love possess love Thee mar delights mercy mournful mountain nigh night pains God o'er peace praise prayer reigns rest rise saints Saviour shalt shine sigh sinks skies smile sorrows soul star Star of Bethlehem strength sweet tears Tempter's power thine Thou art thou art God Thou hast thought throne thy love thy Name Thy Nature thy pains thy spirit tis Thou tower of refuge trembling trust uncertain path voice waves weep wilt wings world unknown
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Page 245 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme. How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How he who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head ; How His first followers and servants sped. The precepts sage they wrote to many a land How he who lone, in Patmos banished. Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand. And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope "springs...
Page 223 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Page 68 - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Page 164 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death • He enters heaven with prayer. :. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Page 106 - Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror.
Page 187 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Page 78 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come!
Page 186 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Page 199 - TO BLOSSOMS. Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past ; But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Page 29 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.