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Стр. 8 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Стр. 28 - To you, in David's town, this day Is born, of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign : 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
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Стр. 72 - ALL hail, the power of Jesus' name ! Let angels prostrate fall : Bring forth the royal diadem, And crown him Lord of all...
Стр. 166 - Perowne (Canon). The Book of Psalms. A New Translation, with Introductions and Notes, Critical and Explanatory.
Стр. 112 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone, — Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away ; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the opening day.
Стр. 8 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Стр. 4 - Wake and lift up thyself my heart, And with the angels bear thy part, Who all night long, unwearied, sing High praise to the eternal King.