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ancient beam beneath blessed blood bore brave breast breath bright crown dare dark dead death deep doubt dread dwell earth faith fall fame fate fear feel field fire flood flower gave given glory gods gone grace grave green hand hath head hear heart heaven hill holy hope Hosanna hour king land light live Lord mortal mountain mourn night o'er pain pale pass peace plain poor praise prayer pride proud race rest rise rocks roll rose round saints Saviour seek shade shore song sons sorrow soul sound spirit spread star strength strong SUNDAY sweet swell sword tears tell thee thine thou throne thunder toil tomb train TRINITY turn vain victory voice warrior waves weep wide wild wind wing wonder youth
第88页 - The martyr first, whose eagle eye Could pierce beyond the grave, Who saw his Master in the sky, And called on Him to save: Like Him, with pardon on his tongue In midst of mortal pain, He prayed for them that did the wrong: Who follows in his train?
第95页 - BY cool Siloam's shady rill, How sweet the lily grows ! How sweet the breath beneath the hill Of Sharon's dewy rose ! 2 Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
第68页 - When, on our deck reclined, In careless ease my limbs I lay, And woo the cooler wind. I miss thee when by Gunga's stream My twilight steps I guide, But most beneath the lamp's pale beam I miss thee from my side.
第112页 - Though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, Only thou art holy, there is none beside thee,. Perfect in power, in love, and...
第143页 - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven. 2 Their names are graven on the stone, Their bones are in the clay ; And ere another day is done, Ourselves may be as they.
第81页 - Hosanna, Lord, thine angels cry; Hosanna, Lord, thy saints reply ; Above, beneath us, and around, The dead and living swell the sound ; Hosanna, Lord, Hosanna in the highest.
第82页 - But chiefest in our cleansed breast, Eternal bid Thy Spirit rest; And make our secret soul to be A temple pure, and worthy Thee. Hosanna, Lord! Hosanna in the highest!
第142页 - BREAD of the world, in mercy broken, Wine of the soul, in mercy shed, By Whom th.e words of life were spoken, And in Whose death our sins are dead ; 2 Look on the heart by sorrow broken, Look on the tears by sinners shed ; And be Thy feast to us the token That by Thy grace our souls are fed.