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الصفحة 247 - Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landscape o'er, Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore.
الصفحة 239 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings^ Thy better portion trace; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven thy native place : Sun and moon and stars decay ; Time shall soon this earth remove : Rise, my soul, and haste away, To seats prepared above.
الصفحة 45 - GO to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour ; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
الصفحة ix - Wherefore doth a living man complain, a man for the punishment of his sins? Let us search and try our ways, and turn again to the Lord.
الصفحة 67 - If Thou shouldst call me to resign What most I prize, it ne'er was mine ; I only yield Thee what is Thine : "Thy will be done.
الصفحة 18 - SOME murmur when their sky is clear, And wholly bright to view, If one small speck of dark appear In their great heaven of blue : And some with thankful love are filled, If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy, gild The darkness of their night.
الصفحة 81 - By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power ; Turn, oh, turn a favouring eye, Hear our solemn Litany...
الصفحة 82 - IN the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me ! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me...