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الصفحة 139 - I WOULD not live alway ; I ask not to stay Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; The few lurid mornings, that dawn on us here, Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 2 I would not live alway...
الصفحة 47 - Great God ! what do I see and hear ! The end of things created...
الصفحة 53 - BLEST are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one ; Whose kind designs to serve and please Through all their actions run. 2 Blest is the pious house Where zeal and friendship meet ; Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet.
الصفحة 175 - Before our Father's throne We pour our ardent prayers ; Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, Our comforts and our cares.
الصفحة 33 - CHILDREN of the Heavenly King, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in His works and ways. 2 We are travelling home to God, In the way the fathers trod: They are happy now, and we Soon their happiness shall see. 3 Shout, ye little flock, and blest, You on Jesus' throne shall rest; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward.
الصفحة 139 - Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet ; While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul.
الصفحة 25 - 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 ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
الصفحة 137 - It can bring with it nothing But he will bear us through : Who gives the lilies clothing Will clothe his people too : Beneath the spreading heavens No creature but is fed ; And he who feeds the ravens Will give his children bread.