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Страница 236 - Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry ; Hold not thy peace at my tears : For I am a stranger with thee, And a sojourner, as all my fathers were.
Страница 298 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on, o'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone, and with the morn those angel faces smile, which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
Страница 3 - God gives us love. Something to love He lends us ; but, when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone. This is the curse of time. Alas ! In grief I am not all unlearn'd ; Once thro' mine own doors Death did pass; One went, who never hath return'd.
Страница 258 - The LORD, the LORD, a God merciful and gracious, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love and faithfulness, 7 keeping steadfast love for thousands, forgiving iniquity and transgression and sin, but who will by no means clear the guilty, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children and the children's children, to the third and fourth generation.
Страница 93 - THE world's a room of sickness, where each heart Knows its own anguish and unrest ; The truest wisdom there, and noblest art, Is his who skills of comfort best ; Whom by the softest step and gentlest tone Enfeebled spirits own, And love to raise the languid eye, When, like an angel's wing, they feel him fleeting by...
Страница 237 - I shall not die but live, and declare the works of the Lord. The Lord hath chastened me sore; but He hath not given me over unto death.
Страница 112 - Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? And one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear ye not therefore, ye are of more value than many sparrows.
Страница 128 - REFLECTIONS On having left a Place of Retirement. Se.riuom propriora. — llou. Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and eve, and early morn, The Sea's faint murmur. In the open air Our Myrtles...
Страница 87 - He prayeth best who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
Страница 139 - When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers.

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