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Страница 36 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe.
Страница 29 - To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer. 5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul Thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.
Страница 65 - To do his heavenly father's will, Was his employment and delight : Humility and holy zeal Shone through his life divinely bright ! 5 Dispensing good where'er he came, The labours of his life were love : If then we love the Saviour's name, Let his divine example move.
Страница 78 - WAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, •'*• And press with vigor 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...
Страница 108 - COME ! said Jesus' sacred voice, Come, and make my paths your choice ; I will guide you to your home ; Weary pilgrim, hither come ! 2 Thou, who houseless, sole, forlorn, Long hast borne the proud world's scorn, Long hast roamed the barren waste, Weary pilgrim, hither haste ! 3 Ye, who tossed on beds of pain, Seek for ease, but seek in vain : Ye, whose...
Страница 130 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Страница 60 - He comes from thickest films of vice To clear the mental ray, And on the eyeballs of the blind To pour celestial day.
Страница 36 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That more than heaven pursue.
Страница 44 - God. 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, Hang on His firm decree; He sits on no precarious throne, Nor borrows leave, TO BE. 3 Chained to His throne a volume lies, With all the fates of men; With every angel's form and size, Drawn by th