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Página 257 - WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, •'*• And press with vigor on : A heavenly race demands thy zeal, And an immortal crown. 2 A cloud of witnesses around Hold thee in full survey : Forget the steps already trod, And onward urge thy way. 3 Tis God's all-animating voice That calls thee from on high ; 'Tis His own hand presents the prize To thine aspiring eye. 4 That prize with peerless glories bright, Which shall new lustre boast, When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems Shall blend in common dust.
Página 65 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Página 315 - Feed me till I want no more, Feed me till I want no more. Sel. 372. [H. 220. GUIDE me, O thou great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land; I am weak, but thou art mighty, Hold me with thy powerful hand: Bread of heaven, Feed me, till I want no more.
Página 311 - A calm and heavenly frame; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb!
Página 41 - 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.
Página 237 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, Be Thou my guide ; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
Página 423 - IN the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time : All the li'ght of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Página 475 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...