 A thousand ages in thy sight are like an evening gone, short as the watch that ends the night before the rising sun. 5 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away; they fly forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day.  A Liturgy for the Use of a Christian Church - Pàgina 455per Chandler Robbins - 1861 - 110 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Carey H. Cash - 2005 - 265 pàgines
...Your sight are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night, before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons...fly forgotten as a dream dies at the opening day. O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, Remain our Guard while life shall last, and... | |
 | Charles E. Jenkins - 2004 - 122 pàgines
...GUIDE. 2, Man to get his life set at the right time is to come by the WAY OF CHRIST AND THE CROSS. "Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its...fly forgotten as a dream dies at the opening day." "Must Jesus bear the Cross alone And all the world go free; No! There's a cross for everyone And there's... | |
 | William Schweiker - 2004 - 266 pàgines
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 | Clarence Warner - 2005 - 390 pàgines
...confident in receipt of the eternal life promised you by your God. Now go out and make this a great day. A thousand ages in Thy sight are like an evening gone;...watch that ends the night, before the rising sun. O God, our help in ages past, our hope for years to come, Be Thou our guide while life shall last,... | |
 | John Marsden - 2005 - 140 pàgines
...bring to mind a few verses of one of the only hymns he knew. He hummed, in a little croaking voice: A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone,...the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly forgotten, as a dream Dies at... | |
 | Robert Brown - 2005 - 401 pàgines
...order stood, Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone;...watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at... | |
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