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Стр. 194 - People and realms of every tongue Dwell on His love with sweetest song; And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on His name.
Стр. 196 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand, From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Стр. 292 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Стр. 250 - AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, And press with vigor on: A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey: Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3...
Стр. 57 - All that spring, with bounteous hand, Scatters o'er the smiling land ; All that liberal autumn pours From her rich o'erflowing stores...
Стр. 263 - AM I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name ? 2 Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas...
Стр. 65 - WHEN all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Стр. 96 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.