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C.M. - Christ ascending to his Father and God , and our's . John xx , 17 . 1 IN
raptures let our hearts ascend Our heavenly seats to view , And grateful trace that
shining path Our rising Saviour drew . Up to my Father and my God , ¡° I go ( the ...
C.M. - Christ ascending to his Father and God , and our's . John xx , 17 . 1 IN
raptures let our hearts ascend Our heavenly seats to view , And grateful trace that
shining path Our rising Saviour drew . Up to my Father and my God , ¡° I go ( the ...
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Far from the world , O Lord , I flee ¡° Father divine , " the Saviour cried . Father
divine , thy piercing eye . Father , is not thy promise pledg'd Father of all , by
whom we are . Father of all , we bow to thee Father of eternal grace .. Father of
lights ...
Far from the world , O Lord , I flee ¡° Father divine , " the Saviour cried . Father
divine , thy piercing eye . Father , is not thy promise pledg'd Father of all , by
whom we are . Father of all , we bow to thee Father of eternal grace .. Father of
lights ...
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Father of peace , and God of love Father of spirits , from thy hand Father , whate'
er of earthly bliss Food , raiment , dwelling , health and friends . For a season call'
d to part Forth from the dark and stormy sky . Fountain of mercy , God of love ...
Father of peace , and God of love Father of spirits , from thy hand Father , whate'
er of earthly bliss Food , raiment , dwelling , health and friends . For a season call'
d to part Forth from the dark and stormy sky . Fountain of mercy , God of love ...
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L. M.- ¡° Wilt thou not from this time cry unto me , My Father , thou art the guide of
my youth ? " Jer . iii . 4 . 1 DOES God , the sovereign Lord of all , The sons of men
his children call , And with a father's tender heart , Offer his blessings to impart ?
L. M.- ¡° Wilt thou not from this time cry unto me , My Father , thou art the guide of
my youth ? " Jer . iii . 4 . 1 DOES God , the sovereign Lord of all , The sons of men
his children call , And with a father's tender heart , Offer his blessings to impart ?
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Poetical Monitor 401 Father of all , whose powerful voice Wesley's Col. 32 Father
of mercies , bow thine ear Beddome 486 Father of the human race Collyer 634
Father , to thee my soul I lift Wesley's Col. 140 Few are thy days , and full of woe ...
Poetical Monitor 401 Father of all , whose powerful voice Wesley's Col. 32 Father
of mercies , bow thine ear Beddome 486 Father of the human race Collyer 634
Father , to thee my soul I lift Wesley's Col. 140 Few are thy days , and full of woe ...
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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.