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Стр. 203 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer..
Стр. 43 - To you, in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ, the Lord, And this shall be the sign ; — 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
Стр. 157 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne ; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 " Worthy the Lamb that died/' they cry, " To be exalted thus ;" " Worthy the Lamb," our lips reply,
Стр. 225 - He ever lives above, For me to intercede, His all-redeeming love, His precious blood, to plead; His blood atoned for all our race, And sprinkles now the throne of grace...
Стр. 192 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Стр. 167 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Стр. 90 - Nothing in my hand I bring; Simply to thy cross I cling; Naked, come to thee for dress; Helpless, look to thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly ; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Стр. 17 - THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord ; In every star thy wisdom shines ; But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days, thy power confess ; But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace.
Стр. 144 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease ; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever, and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.