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Página 50 - in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; Hut their strong nerves at last must yield, They tame but one another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath,
Página 227 - vile as he, Wash all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransom'd church of God Be saved, to sin no more. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Página 268 - waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till like a sea of glory It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Kedeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. " HIS FEET SHALL STAND ON THE MOUNT OF OLIVES.
Página 310 - O abide with me ! I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold then Thy cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies
Página 50 - they, pale captives, creep to death. 53 The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds Upon death's purple altar now, See where the victor-victim bleeds! Your heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
Página 229 - Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. " Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above ; Deeper than the depths beneath ; Free and faithful, strong as death. " Thou shall see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shall be: Say, poor
Página 322 - mind, While with the Father, and the Son, Sweet fellowship they find. Nor prayer is made on earth alone ; The Holy Spirit pleads. And Jesus, on the eternal throne, For mourners intercedes. O Thou, by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way ! The path of prayer thyself hast trod : Lord, teach us how to pray !
Página 164 - Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone! Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to Thy cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Vile, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 327 - Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from Thy face, And evermore undone: Here would we end our quest; Alone are found in Thee The life of perfect love,—the rest Of immortality. AND HE WAS NOT : FOR GOD TOOK HIM.'
Página 119 - Thou heavenly Paraclete ; Give us to lie, with humble hope, At our Redeemer's feet. Revive our drooping faith ; Our doubts and fears remove ; And kindle in our hearts the flame Of never-dying love. Convince us of our sin ; Then lead to Jesu's blood ; And to our wond'ring view reveal The secret love of God.