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第 253 頁 - Travelling through this wilderness. 2 Thanks we give, and adoration, For thy gospel's joyful sound; May the fruits of thy salvation In our hearts and lives abound : May thy presence With us evermore be found. 3 So, whene'er the signal's given, Us from earth to call away, Borne on angels...
第 210 頁 - Weak is the effort of my heart, And cold my warmest thought; But when I see Thee as Thou art, I'll praise Thee as I ought.
第 368 頁 - HARK, the song of jubilee, Loud as mighty thunders roar, Or the fulness of the sea, When it breaks upon the shore : Hallelujah ! for the Lord God Omnipotent shall reign ; Hallelujah ! let the word Echo round the earth and main.
第 445 頁 - Twere vain the ocean depths to sound, Or pierce to either pole. 2. The world can never give The bliss for which we sigh ; 'Tis not the whole of life to live, Nor all of death to die.
第 215 頁 - It can bring with it nothing, But He will bear us through ; Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe His people too: Beneath the spreading heavens, No creature but is fed ; And He who feeds the ravens, Will give His children bread.
第 108 頁 - My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, While like a penitent I stand And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cursed tree, And hopes her guilt was there.
第 29 頁 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : His truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set.
第 371 頁 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 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.