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Página 110 - New mercies, each returning day, Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of Heaven.
Página 61 - Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire. Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed unction from above Is comfort, life, and fire of love.
Página 114 - 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 115 - When the soft dews of kindly sleep My wearied eyelids gently steep, Be my last thought, how sweet to rest...
Página 107 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Página 114 - 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.
Página 25 - What are they but His jewels Of right celestial worth ? What are they but the ladder Set up to heaven on earth...
Página 160 - With milk and honey blest ; Beneath thy contemplation Sink heart and voice opprest. I know not, oh, I know not, What joys await us there ! What radiancy of glory! What bliss beyond compare...