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... Are shadows , not substantial things : There is no armour against fate : Death lays his icy hands on kings ; Sceptre and crown Must tumble down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade .
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Almighty angels appear bear blessing blest bliss blood breast breath bright bring Christ clouds cross crown darkness dead death desire divine doth dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith fall Father fear feel feet flame flow Gethsemane give glorious glory grace hand happy hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour Jesus keep King land leave light live look Lord meet mind move nature never night o'er once pain peace praise prayer reign rest rise round sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing sins skies sleep song soon sorrow soul Spirit stand strength Sweet tears tell Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love Thy name trust truth UNTO voice wait weak whole wings
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341 ÆäÀÌÁö - Friend after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end.
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
263 ÆäÀÌÁö - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end: They who once His kindness prove, Find it everlasting love.
225 ÆäÀÌÁö - FOR a closer walk with God ! A calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
351 ÆäÀÌÁö - GO to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour ; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
320 ÆäÀÌÁö - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
353 ÆäÀÌÁö - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.
290 ÆäÀÌÁö - Waft, 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, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
66 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?