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angels beams bear beauty beneath Bernard of Cluny blessed blest Bonar breath bright bring called calm cease Charles Wesley Christ cloud cross crown darkness death deep divine earth earthly eternal eyes Faber face fade fair faith fall Father fears feet fire flower flows forever Frederick George give glory golden grace Grant Guide hand hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly Henry holy hope hour Isaac Watts James Montgomery Jesus John John G land life's light living Lord morning never night o'er pain pass path peace praise prayer rest rise Robert Robert Grant roll round Samuel Saviour shadows shine shore sing skies smile song soon sorrow soul Spirit stars stream strife sweet tears thee thine things Thomas thou thou art toil Unknown voice wait Whittier wings
Стр. 81 - So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.
Стр. 94 - And so beside the silent sea I wait the muffled oar; No harm from him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care.
Стр. 67 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat : "Tis found beneath the mercy-seat.
Стр. 85 - Rivers to the ocean run, Nor stay in all their course ; Fire, ascending, seeks the sun ; Both speed them to their source : So a soul, that's born of God, Pants to view His glorious face, Upward tends to His abode, To rest in His embrace.
Стр. 58 - THERE is a book, who runs may read, Which heavenly truth imparts, And all the lore its scholars need, Pure eyes and Christian hearts. The works of God above, below, Within us and around, Are pages in that book, to show How God Himself is found.
Стр. 22 - O'er this benighted soul of mine. 4 Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On Whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His name.
Стр. 36 - Direct, control, suggest this day All I design, or do, or say, That all my powers, with all their might, In Thy sole glory may unite ! Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Стр. 70 - And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low ; Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, — Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; O, rest beside the weary road, And hear the angels sing.