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Стр. 308 - The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh: 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
Стр. 161 - 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. 83 - I am thy God, and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand.
Стр. 228 - Oh, sing of His grace ! Whose robe is the light; Whose canopy, space. His chariots of wrath the deep thunderclouds form, And dark is His path on the wings of the storm.
Стр. 216 - 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. 3...
Стр. 195 - As the winged arrow flies Speedily the mark to find ; As the lightning from the skies Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; Swiftly thus our fleeting days Bear us down life's rapid stream ; Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ; All below is but a dream.
Стр. 159 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Стр. 266 - 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.