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Стр. 118 - 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. 171 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought.
Стр. 276 - A thousand ages, in Thy sight, Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. 5 Thy word commands our flesh to dust : "Return, ye sons of men ;" All nations rose from earth at first.
Стр. 100 - Dear, dying Lamb! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Стр. 9 - Abide with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Стр. 114 - Jesus, my God! — I know his name — His name is all my trust; Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost.
Стр. 112 - Our vows, our prayers we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race.
Стр. 154 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransom'd nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.