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Стр. 65 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Стр. 221 - Just as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come...
Стр. 247 - In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Стр. 324 - 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. 85 - 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. 465 - 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. 102 - Fear not," said he, — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind, — " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Стр. 28 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray. 3 One day, amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, Is sweeter than ten thousand days Of pleasurable sin.