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Стр. 288 - Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made...
Стр. 33 - But they constrained him saying, Abide with us; for it is toward evening, and the day is far spent.
Стр. 222 - THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble, and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ.
Стр. 89 - PRAISE the Lord ! ye heavens, adore him. Praise him, angels in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before him ; Praise him, all ye stars of light. 2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws which never shall be broken For their guidance he hath made.
Стр. 63 - Let the world despise, and leave me; They have left my Saviour too; Human hearts and looks deceive me, Thou art not like them untrue; And whilst Thou shalt smile upon me, God of wisdom, love, and might, Foes may hate, and friends disown me, Show Thy face, and all is bright.
Стр. 324 - FAR from my heavenly home, Far from my Father's breast, Fainting I cry, "Blest Spirit, come And speed me to my rest.
Стр. 63 - JESUS, I my cross have taken, All to leave, and follow Thee ; Naked, poor, despised, forsaken, Thou, from hence, my all shalt be ; Perish every fond ambition, All I've sought, or hoped, or known, Yet how rich is my condition, God and heaven are still my own...
Стр. 288 - 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.