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Pāgina 107 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Pāgina 105 - Or aught Thy goodness lent. Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see ; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Pāgina 66 - BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy ; Know that the Lord is God alone, He can create, and he destroy.
Pāgina 66 - Jehovah's awful throne, -*-* Ye nations bow with sacred joy : Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create and He destroy. 2 His sov'reign power, without our aid, Made us of clay and form'd us men ; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, He brought us to his fold again.
Pāgina 119 - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.
Pāgina 2 - O Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art Thou ! How glorious is Thy Name ! PSALM IX.
Pāgina 121 - To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear, Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learnt To form themselves in prayer.
Pāgina 103 - GLORY to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light : Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Under thine own Almighty wings.