The Standard Sunday school reciter, selected and ed. by J.W. KirtonJohn William Kirton 1878 |
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... glory wrapped around , On the hills he never trod ; And speak of the strife that won our life , WITH THE INCARNATE FIRE OF GOD . O lonely tomb on Moab's land ! O dark Beth - peor's hill ! Speak to these curious hearts of ours , And ...
... glory wrapped around , On the hills he never trod ; And speak of the strife that won our life , WITH THE INCARNATE FIRE OF GOD . O lonely tomb on Moab's land ! O dark Beth - peor's hill ! Speak to these curious hearts of ours , And ...
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... glory spake , " BEHOLD MY WELL - BELOVED SON . " Anointed then he went to preach , And set the captive free , To heal the sick , to raise the dead , And save from misery . He taught , and bless'd , and mercy show'd And said , Who comes ...
... glory spake , " BEHOLD MY WELL - BELOVED SON . " Anointed then he went to preach , And set the captive free , To heal the sick , to raise the dead , And save from misery . He taught , and bless'd , and mercy show'd And said , Who comes ...
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... glory of beholding ITS PERFECTION - I BELIEVE . I BELIEVE IN LOVE ETERNAL FIXED IN GOD'S UNCHANGING WILL , THAT BENEATH THE DEED INFERNAL , HATH A DEPTH THAT'S DEEPER STILL : In its patience , its endurance To forbear and to retrieve ...
... glory of beholding ITS PERFECTION - I BELIEVE . I BELIEVE IN LOVE ETERNAL FIXED IN GOD'S UNCHANGING WILL , THAT BENEATH THE DEED INFERNAL , HATH A DEPTH THAT'S DEEPER STILL : In its patience , its endurance To forbear and to retrieve ...
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... glory and apart , Revealed alone on coronation days . GIVE FREELY TO THE WORLD ITS JUST DEMAND OF SYMPATHY , OF KINDNESS , OF TRUST ; But keep reserved for one beloved hand The pearls too pure to be trod down in dust . All lives may ...
... glory and apart , Revealed alone on coronation days . GIVE FREELY TO THE WORLD ITS JUST DEMAND OF SYMPATHY , OF KINDNESS , OF TRUST ; But keep reserved for one beloved hand The pearls too pure to be trod down in dust . All lives may ...
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... glory . WHO reared this vast arch over our heads ? WHO adorned it with so many shining objects , placed at such immense distances from each other , regular in their motions , invariably observing the laws to which they were originally ...
... glory . WHO reared this vast arch over our heads ? WHO adorned it with so many shining objects , placed at such immense distances from each other , regular in their motions , invariably observing the laws to which they were originally ...
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