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... rise · 179 180 181 183 185 186 188 190 192 194 195 196 197 199 The House of Refuge A thousand Warriors to the charge 199 201 203 204 Happiness - where is it I have never seen the righteous forsaken On my Friend presenting his Infant at ...
... rise · 179 180 181 183 185 186 188 190 192 194 195 196 197 199 The House of Refuge A thousand Warriors to the charge 199 201 203 204 Happiness - where is it I have never seen the righteous forsaken On my Friend presenting his Infant at ...
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... rise ; For Thou hast said , the broken heart Is thy own sacrifice . With earnest tears we intercede For thy paternal care ; And , self - abased , do humbly plead In penitential prayer . Our city weeps in lowly dust , Bowed by the hand ...
... rise ; For Thou hast said , the broken heart Is thy own sacrifice . With earnest tears we intercede For thy paternal care ; And , self - abased , do humbly plead In penitential prayer . Our city weeps in lowly dust , Bowed by the hand ...
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... rise , And bright the joys that for thee shine , O who may tell these beauteous skies , These cloudless suns shall long be thine ? Yet long may these your day illume , And may no storm , with rigour keen , Assail the flower that loves ...
... rise , And bright the joys that for thee shine , O who may tell these beauteous skies , These cloudless suns shall long be thine ? Yet long may these your day illume , And may no storm , with rigour keen , Assail the flower that loves ...
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... rise ; Welcome death ! each sorrow closing , Now thy features smiles do wear ; Welcome grave ! to flesh reposing , JESUS is the victor there . WHY SHOULD WE SIGH . WHY should we sigh when Fancy's dream , The ray that shone ' mid ...
... rise ; Welcome death ! each sorrow closing , Now thy features smiles do wear ; Welcome grave ! to flesh reposing , JESUS is the victor there . WHY SHOULD WE SIGH . WHY should we sigh when Fancy's dream , The ray that shone ' mid ...
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... rise to view ; They come from trophied tombs to plead For these the lingering few . The breeze that waves their withered hairs Is stirred not with their breath ; Voiceless - yet deep that speech , for theirs Is eloquence of death ...
... rise to view ; They come from trophied tombs to plead For these the lingering few . The breeze that waves their withered hairs Is stirred not with their breath ; Voiceless - yet deep that speech , for theirs Is eloquence of death ...
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afar art thou barque beams beauteous beauty Bethphage billows bless blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow calm Canaan charm cheer cherub child clime dead dear death deep didst dost doth dream dust earth eternal fair fathers fear fled flower Galilee gilead glorious glory glow grave grief harp hast hath heard heart heaven holy hope hour hymn Jehovah Jesus land life's light lisping look Lord morn ne'er neath never nigh night nought o'er Palestine peace prayer proud rejoice repose shine shone sigh skies slavery sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul Spain spirit star star of Bethlehem storm strains SUNDAY SCHOOL sweet tears tell tempest tempest-tost thee thine thou art throne tide toil tomb trod Twas unto vision voice wanderer wave weary weep wept whisper wild wilt yonder youth
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Page 97 - Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.
Page 17 - There is a home for weary souls By sin and sorrow driven; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven. There faith lifts up her cheerful eye, To brighter prospects given; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene in heaven.
Page 17 - There, fragrant flowers, immortal, bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There, rays divine disperse the gloom : Beyond the confines of the tomb Appears the dawn of heaven.
Page 324 - And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand; and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews ! And they spit upon him, and took the reed and smote him on the head.
Page 37 - TIS midnight ; and on Olive's brow The star is dimmed that lately shone 'Tis midnight ; in the garden, now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 2...
Page 38 - Tis midnight ; and for others' guilt The man of sorrows weeps in blood ; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt Is not forsaken by his God.
Page 17 - THERE is an hour of peaceful rest, To mourning wanderers given : There is a joy for souls distressed, A balm for every wounded breast, 'T is found above — in heaven. 2 There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven ; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear but heaven.
Page 66 - When sickness lends its pallid hue And every dream of bliss has flown, When quickly from the fading view Recede the joys that once were known, The soul resigned will still rejoice, Though life's last sand has nearly run ; With humble faith and trembling voice, It still responds, "Thy will be done.
Page 126 - ... South ! your redemption is near. No longer repose in the borders of gloom ; The strength of His chosen in love will appear, And light shall arise on the verge of the tomb.
Page 215 - The loss of the breath from a beloved object long suffering in pain and certainty to die is not so great a privation as the last loss of her beautiful remains, if they remain so. The victory of the grave is sharper than the sting of death.