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... art merciful as well as just , Low in the dim and sultry west , 242 149 Methinks it is good to be here , 260 Mother , I am dying now , 66 My God , all nature owns thy sway , 169 My mother's voice ! how often creep , Nay , William , nay ...
... art merciful as well as just , Low in the dim and sultry west , 242 149 Methinks it is good to be here , 260 Mother , I am dying now , 66 My God , all nature owns thy sway , 169 My mother's voice ! how often creep , Nay , William , nay ...
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... Thou art , O God , the life and light , 188 Thou art gone to the grave , but we will not deplore thee , 150 . Thou thy stern robe of terrors hast put on , 216 Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme , 77 Through shades and solitudes ...
... Thou art , O God , the life and light , 188 Thou art gone to the grave , but we will not deplore thee , 150 . Thou thy stern robe of terrors hast put on , 216 Thou Power Supreme , whose mighty scheme , 77 Through shades and solitudes ...
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... thou art in thy chamber , and thy knee , Where can I go from Thee ! ¡¤ Where shall the child of sorrow find , Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne ? . Whoe'er , like me , with trembling anguish brings , While yet she lived she ...
... thou art in thy chamber , and thy knee , Where can I go from Thee ! ¡¤ Where shall the child of sorrow find , Where then may Peace erect her steadfast throne ? . Whoe'er , like me , with trembling anguish brings , While yet she lived she ...
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... Thou art where billows foam , Thou art where music melts upon the air , Thou art around us in our peaceful home , And the world calls us forth - and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend , Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ...
... Thou art where billows foam , Thou art where music melts upon the air , Thou art around us in our peaceful home , And the world calls us forth - and thou art there ! Thou art where friend meets friend , Beneath the shadow of the elm to rest ...
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... Thou shalt not feel thyself forlorn , Thy God is still with thee ; And where his spirit bids thee dwell , There , and there only , thou art well . Forsake thy father - land , Kindred , and friends 60 The Missionary,
... Thou shalt not feel thyself forlorn , Thy God is still with thee ; And where his spirit bids thee dwell , There , and there only , thou art well . Forsake thy father - land , Kindred , and friends 60 The Missionary,
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186 ÆäÀÌÁö - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing.
87 ÆäÀÌÁö - Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best • His state Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest : They also serve who only stand and wait.
138 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
171 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...
262 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
203 ÆäÀÌÁö - But present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 101 Our harps we left by Babel's...
36 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...