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第62页 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
第359页 - FOR a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame ; A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb ! a Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the -soul-refreshing view Of Jesus and his word ? 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed ! How sweet their memory still ! But they have left an aching void, The world can never fill.
第151页 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set.
第465页 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
第207页 - Day-star, in my heart appear. 2 Dark and cheerless is the morn Unaccompanied by Thee ; Joyless is the day's return Till Thy mercy's beams I see — Till they inward light impart, Glad my eyes and warm my heart.
第167页 - He comes, the broken heart to bind, The bleeding soul to cure, And with the treasures of his grace To enrich the humble poor.
第357页 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. Soul, then know thy full salvation, Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care; Joy to find in every station Something still to do or bear.
第183页 - Ashamed of Jesus ! that dear Friend On whom my hopes of heaven depend ! No ; when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere His Name.