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Стр. 65 - 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. 43 - FROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise : Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal .are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Стр. 83 - How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord, Is laid for your faith in His excellent word!
Стр. 43 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and formed us men ; And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, He brought us to his fold again.
Стр. 225 - Before our Father's throne, We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares. 3 We share our mutual woes, Our mutual burdens bear ; And often for each other flows The sympathizing tear.
Стр. 61 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night.
Стр. 196 - Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee: E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me; Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to Thee.
Стр. 341 - ... Mine eyes their vigils keep; For very love beholding Thy happy name, they weep : The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.
Стр. 88 - There is a fountain filled with blood, Drawn from Immanuel's veins ; : And sinners plunged beneath that flood, Lose all their guilty stains.