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Pàgina 102 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
Pàgina 56 - CM f\ ! that the Lord would guide my ways ^ To keep his statutes still ! O ! that my God would grant me grace To know and do his will ! 2 O ! send thy Spirit down to write Thy law upon my heart ; Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part.
Pàgina 36 - Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in His mighty power, Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror. 2. Stand then in His great might, With all His strength endued, But take, to arm you for the fight, The panoply of God...
Pàgina 49 - They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears ; Till each...
Pàgina 51 - David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless His works, and bless His Word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine, How deep Thy counsels, how divine...
Pàgina 74 - Now let my soul arise, And tread the Tempter down; My Captain leads me forth To conquest and a crown. A feeble saint shall win the day, Though death and hell obstruct the way.
Pàgina 45 - Ye living men, come view the ground, Where you must shortly lie. 2 " Princes, this clay must be your bed, In spite of all your towers; The tall, the wise, the reverend head Must lie as low as ours.
Pàgina 173 - almost a saint,' And makes his own destruction sure. 4 Lord, let not all my hopes be vain ; Create my heart entirely new ; Which hypocrites could ne'er attain ; Which false apostates never knew.