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How far above all mortal things , The little pride of courts and kings ! 3 Of endless
joy the unbounded store , Why is its lustre known no more ? Away , ye mists of
envious night , Thať veil salvation from my sight ! 4 Shine forth , Almighty Saviour
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How far above all mortal things , The little pride of courts and kings ! 3 Of endless
joy the unbounded store , Why is its lustre known no more ? Away , ye mists of
envious night , Thať veil salvation from my sight ! 4 Shine forth , Almighty Saviour
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1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night Unbounded glories rise , And realms of
infinite delight , Unknown to mortal eyes . 2 Fair distant land ! -could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore , How would our spirits long to rise , And dwell on ...
1 FAR from these narrow scenes of night Unbounded glories rise , And realms of
infinite delight , Unknown to mortal eyes . 2 Fair distant land ! -could mortal eyes
But half its charms explore , How would our spirits long to rise , And dwell on ...
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2 Our kindred and our friends are gone ; Know , O my soul , this doom thy own ;
Feeble as their's my mortal frame , The same my way — my house the same . 3
From vital air , from cheerful light , To the cold grave's perpetual night , From ...
2 Our kindred and our friends are gone ; Know , O my soul , this doom thy own ;
Feeble as their's my mortal frame , The same my way — my house the same . 3
From vital air , from cheerful light , To the cold grave's perpetual night , From ...
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Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy ; Mortal , fly from doubt and
sorrow : God provideth for the morrow ! 2 “ Say , with richer crimson glows The
kingly mantle than the rose ? Say , have kings more wholesome fare Than we ...
Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy ; Mortal , fly from doubt and
sorrow : God provideth for the morrow ! 2 “ Say , with richer crimson glows The
kingly mantle than the rose ? Say , have kings more wholesome fare Than we ...
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... heard in that delightful hour , When Jesus in the temple press'd Young children
to his gracious breast , And said , from fears to set them free , “ Forbid them not to
come to me . ” 2 That wondrous voice is heard no more Its sounds on mortal ...
... heard in that delightful hour , When Jesus in the temple press'd Young children
to his gracious breast , And said , from fears to set them free , “ Forbid them not to
come to me . ” 2 That wondrous voice is heard no more Its sounds on mortal ...
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adore angels appear bear Behold bless blest bliss blood breath bright bring cheerful Christ command crown darkness dear death delight divine Doddridge dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith Father fear feel feet flow foes give glorious glory gospel grace gracious hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour humble Jesus join King land lift light live Lord meet mercy mind mortal never night o'er pain peace praise prayer presence proclaim raise reign rejoice rest rise round sacred saints salvation Saviour seek shine sing sinners sins skies smiles song soul sound sovereign Spirit spread stand sweet tears thee thine thou thought thousand throne thy grace thy name trust truth voice wait wings wonders
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Página 193 - 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.
Página 145 - Open now the crystal fountain, Whence the healing streams do flow ; Let the fiery, cloudy pillar Lead me all my journey through : Strong Deliverer, Be thou still my strength and shield.
Página 204 - 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. 3. 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.
Página 8 - And press with vigour 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.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | A Collection of Hymns |
| Autor | Thomas Russell |
| Edición | 15, reimpresa |
| Editor | author, and sold, 1834 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Harvard |
| Digitalizado | 11 Dic. 2006 |
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