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Página 112 - When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys; Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Página 116 - What, though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball ; What, though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found ; In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, ' The hand that made us is Divine.
Página 60 - Fear not," said he — for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind — " Glad tidings of great joy I bring To you and all mankind.
Página 115 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 114 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Página 50 - Our hearts, if God we seek to know, Shall know Him, and rejoice; His coming like the morn shall be, Like morning songs His voice.
Página 113 - ... mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love and praise. O how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare That glows within my ravish'd heart? But Thou canst read it there. Thy Providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redrest; When in the silent womb I lay, And hung upon the breast.
Página 117 - WHEN rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker face to face ; O how shall I appear ! 2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought, My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought: 3...
Página 108 - Now with triumphal palms they stand Before the throne on high, And serve the God they love, amidst The glories of the sky.