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第 318 頁 - COME, let us join our cheerful songs With angels round the throne; Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 ' ' Worthy the Lamb that died," they cry, "To be exalted thus!
第 420 頁 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
第 353 頁 - This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him, and saved him out of all his troubles.
第 85 頁 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
第 7 頁 - Say not thou, What is the cause that the former days were better than these? for thou dost not inquire wisely concerning this.
第 327 頁 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
第 325 頁 - A thousand ages in Thy sight Are like an evening gone ; Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.
第 83 頁 - Whom, if we were not very dull, We could not choose but look on still ; Since there is no place so alone, The which he doth not fill. Sundays the pillars are On which heaven's palace arched lies : The other days fill up the spare And hollow room with vanities.