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Стр. 128 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noon-day walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Стр. 199 - When the woes of life o'ertake me, Hopes deceive and fears annoy, Never shall the cross forsake me ; Lo ! it glows with peace and joy.
Стр. 139 - JOY to the world ! the Lord is come ! Let earth receive her King : Let every heart prepare him room, And heaven and nature sing.
Стр. 130 - Wonders of grace to God belong; Repeat his mercies in your song.
Стр. 103 - And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. 3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take ; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Стр. 225 - Then I can smile at Satan's rage, And face a frowning world. 3. ' Let cares, like a wild deluge, come, And storms of sorrow fall ; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heaven, my all ; — 4.
Стр. 381 - As the winged arrow flies, Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream : Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ; All below is but a dream.
Стр. 368 - What thanks I owe thee, and what love, A boundless, endless store, Shall echo through the realms above, When time shall be no more.