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Стр. 20 - God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home : 2 Under the shadow of Thy throne Thy saints have dwelt secure ; Sufficient is Thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same.
Стр. 167 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Стр. 42 - ALL hail, the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall : Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all...
Стр. 182 - Just as I am, without one plea, But that Thy blood was shed for me, And that Thou bidst me come to Thee, O Lamb of God, I come...
Стр. 8 - Stand then in His great might, With all His strength endued ; And take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God.
Стр. 56 - Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
Стр. 196 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; star of the east, the horizon adorning, guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining; low lies his head with the beasts of the stall; angels adore him in slumber reclining, Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all.
Стр. 198 - Holy, Holy, Holy ! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see, Only Thou art Holy : there is none beside Thee, Perfect in power, in love, and purity.