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Стр. 54 - 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. 4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
Стр. 60 - 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 noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Стр. 273 - Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above, Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 "Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shalt be : Say, poor sinner, lovest thou me?
Стр. 98 - To be exalted thus :" — " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Стр. 375 - See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove ; Who can faint while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage — Grace, which, like the Lord, the giver, Never fails from age to age?
Стр. 61 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still : Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Стр. 55 - There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God, Life, love and joy, still gliding through, And watering our divine abode.
Стр. 84 - Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine?