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appear beauty brother cause child cold comfort cried dark dear death delight doubt dread earth ease face fair fate father fear feel felt gain gave give grace grave grew grief hand happy hear heard heart heaven hope hour kind knew lady leave light live look Lord lost maid means meet mind move nature never night o'er once pain pass passion peace pleased pleasure poor praise pride reason rest rise round scene seen sigh smile soon sought soul speak spirit stood strong sure tell thee things thou thought told took tried true truth turn virtue weak wife wish wonder young youth
第11页 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid ; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
第11页 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid : Star of the east, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
第11页 - And soon, too soon, the wintry hour Of man's maturer age, Will shake the soul with sorrow's power, And stormy passion's rage.
第15页 - Holy, holy, holy ! all the saints adore thee, Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea...
第8页 - I have trodden the winepress alone ; and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury ; and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment. For the day of vengeance is in mine heart, and the year of my redeemed is come.
第20页 - BREAD of the world, in mercy broken ; Wine of the soul, in mercy shed ; By whom the words of life were spoken, And in whose death our sins are dead ; 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.
第20页 - From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain. 2 What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
第17页 - Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose : Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.
第15页 - Holy, holy, holy, though the darkness hide thee, 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 purity. Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, All thy works shall praise thy name in earth and sky and sea. Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty, God in three persons, blessed Trinity.