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2 Rich in thy own essential store ; Thou call'st forth worlds at will ; Ten thousand
and ten thousand more Would hear thy summons still . 3 What treasure wilt thou
then confess , And thy own portion call ? What by peculiar right possess , Imperial
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2 Rich in thy own essential store ; Thou call'st forth worlds at will ; Ten thousand
and ten thousand more Would hear thy summons still . 3 What treasure wilt thou
then confess , And thy own portion call ? What by peculiar right possess , Imperial
...
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1 WHAT thousands never knew the road ! What thousands hate it when ' tis
known ! None but the chosen tribes of God Will seek or choose it for their own . 2
A thousand ways in ruin end , One only leads to joys on high ; By that my willing
steps ...
1 WHAT thousands never knew the road ! What thousands hate it when ' tis
known ! None but the chosen tribes of God Will seek or choose it for their own . 2
A thousand ways in ruin end , One only leads to joys on high ; By that my willing
steps ...
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2 Ten thousand gifts of love From Thee , through Him , descend ; And bear our
souls above , To joys that never end : To heaven they soar , Sustain'd by God ,
And through the road His arm adore . 3 Ten thousand songs of praise Shall by
the ...
2 Ten thousand gifts of love From Thee , through Him , descend ; And bear our
souls above , To joys that never end : To heaven they soar , Sustain'd by God ,
And through the road His arm adore . 3 Ten thousand songs of praise Shall by
the ...
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7 His hand a thousand blessings pours Upon my guilty head ; His presence gilds
my darkest hours , And guards my sleeping bed . 8 To heaven , the place of his
abode , He brings my weary feet ; Shews me the glories of And makes my joys ...
7 His hand a thousand blessings pours Upon my guilty head ; His presence gilds
my darkest hours , And guards my sleeping bed . 8 To heaven , the place of his
abode , He brings my weary feet ; Shews me the glories of And makes my joys ...
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And see , 2 I , ' midst ten thousand dangers stand , Supported by his guardian
hand , when I survey my ways , Ten thousand monuments of praise , 3 Thus far
his arm hath led me on ; Thus far I make his mercy known ; And while I tread this
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And see , 2 I , ' midst ten thousand dangers stand , Supported by his guardian
hand , when I survey my ways , Ten thousand monuments of praise , 3 Thus far
his arm hath led me on ; Thus far I make his mercy known ; And while I tread this
...
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193 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
145 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
204 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
8 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.