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Página 295 - No more content afford : Far from my heart be joys like these, Now I have seen the Lord. 3 As by the light of opening day The stars are all concealed, So earthly pleasures fade away, When Jesus is revealed.
Página 66 - I hear, but seem to hear in vain, Insensible as steel ; If aught is felt, 'tis only pain To find I cannot feel.
Página 299 - Tis enough that Thou wilt care; Why should I the burden bear ? 3 As a little child relies On a care beyond his own, Knows he's neither strong nor wise, Fears to stir a step alone ; Let me thus with Thee abide, As my Father, Guard, and Guide.
Página 324 - May the Grace of Christ our Saviour, And the Father's boundless Love, With the Holy Spirit's Favour, Rest upon us from above. Thus may we abide in union, With each other and the LORD ; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth cannot afford.
Página 185 - Here may we prove the power of prayer, To strengthen faith and sweeten care ; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heaven before our eyes.
Página 267 - Why should I shrink at thy command Whose love forbids my fears ? Or tremble at the gracious hand That wipes away my tears...
Página 59 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought : But, when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought. 6 Till then I would Thy love proclaim With every fleeting breath ; And may the music of Thy name Refresh my soul in death.
Página 201 - A glory gilds the sacred page, Majestic like the sun ; It gives a light to every age, — It gives, but borrows none. 3 The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, — They rise but never set.