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Pàgina 184 - GIVE me the wings of faith, to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears ; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Pàgina 128 - He reigns and triumphs here." 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound, Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found ! 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see this heavenly light ! Prophets and kings desired it long-, But died without the sight.
Pàgina 192 - And can this mighty King Of Glory condescend? And will He write His name, My Father and my Friend ? I love His name, I love His word ; Join, all my powers, And praise the Lord.
Pàgina 148 - NO more, my God, I boast no more Of all the duties I have done : I quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son. 2 Now, for the love I bear his name, What was my gain I count my loss ; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross. 3 Yes, and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus...
Pàgina 167 - God as strangely kind. 3 On us He bids the sun Shed his reviving rays; For us the skies their circles run, To lengthen out our days. 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men ; But we, more base, more brutish things, Reject his easy reign.
Pàgina 145 - The dust returns to dust again, The soul in agonies of pain Ascends to God, not there to dwell, But hears her doom, and sinks to hell.
Pàgina 159 - But drops of grief can ne'er repay The debt of love I owe : Here, Lord, I give myself away, — 'Tis all that I can do.
Pàgina 169 - Angels ! assist our mighty joys ; Strike all your harps of gold; But when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told.
Pàgina 156 - Our souls can neither fly nor go To reach eternal joys. 3 In vain we tune our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise ; Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies.
Pàgina 201 - His favourites, to proclaim The honours of His grace. 2 Glory to God the Son be paid, Who dwelt in humble clay, And to redeem us from the dead Gave His own life away. 3 Glory to God the Spirit give, From whose almighty power Our souls their heavenly birth derive, And bless the happy hour. 4 Glory to God that reigns above, Th' eternal Three in One, Who by the wonders of His love Has made His nature known.