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... bless , thy quickening , Lord ! Thou shalt not find us dumb . Thou comeft near ; thou ftandest by ; Our work begins to shine ; Thou dwelleft with us mightily , - On come the years divine ! ― OLD AND NEW . T. H. Gill . O SOMETIMES gleams ...
... bless , thy quickening , Lord ! Thou shalt not find us dumb . Thou comeft near ; thou ftandest by ; Our work begins to shine ; Thou dwelleft with us mightily , - On come the years divine ! ― OLD AND NEW . T. H. Gill . O SOMETIMES gleams ...
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... bless me . Thou , Father , bless me . Into thy hands would my freed spirit go ; Recall it , for thou didst beftow . In life and in death do thou bless me . Father , I praise thee . Father , I praise thee . This is the field for the ...
... bless me . Thou , Father , bless me . Into thy hands would my freed spirit go ; Recall it , for thou didst beftow . In life and in death do thou bless me . Father , I praise thee . Father , I praise thee . This is the field for the ...
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... again ; ' T was Manhood's native tongue , and could not die . To thy dear brotherhood life's pulses leap ; And wakening ages answer , deep to deep . Rev. S. Johnson . AFFLICTION . BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN . FRT hearts 34 In Time of War .
... again ; ' T was Manhood's native tongue , and could not die . To thy dear brotherhood life's pulses leap ; And wakening ages answer , deep to deep . Rev. S. Johnson . AFFLICTION . BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN . FRT hearts 34 In Time of War .
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third series. AFFLICTION . BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN . FRT hearts oppreffed and torn , ROM lips divine , like healing balm To The heavenly consolation fell , " Bleffed are they that mourn . ' 99 Unto the hopes by sorrow crushed A noble ...
third series. AFFLICTION . BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN . FRT hearts oppreffed and torn , ROM lips divine , like healing balm To The heavenly consolation fell , " Bleffed are they that mourn . ' 99 Unto the hopes by sorrow crushed A noble ...
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... Bless the hours which broke their spell , Made thee fick to make thee well . Wert thou selfish , thinking not On the starving sufferer's lot ? Fed with dainties , gayly dreffed , Wert thou by the poor unbleffed ? Now for sufferers thou ...
... Bless the hours which broke their spell , Made thee fick to make thee well . Wert thou selfish , thinking not On the starving sufferer's lot ? Fed with dainties , gayly dreffed , Wert thou by the poor unbleffed ? Now for sufferers thou ...
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angels aſk befide bleffed bleft bless bliss breaſt breath bright caft calm Charlotte Elliott cheer Chrift clouds comfort dark dear death divine doft doth earth eternal everlaſting eyes faith Father fear fhade fhadow fhall fhine fhould fighs fight filent fing fkies fleep flow flowers Frederick Faber ftars ftill ftorms ftream ftrength ftrife ftrong George Wither glory God's grace grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour huſh HYMN Isaac Watts Jesus Joseph Addison laft laſt life's light live Lord Madame Guyon mercy Miss A. A. morning muft muſt night o'er pain paſt peace Philip Doddridge praise pray prayer reft reign reſt sacred Saviour ſhall ſhine ſkies ſky smile song sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtar ſtay ſtill suffering sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art thought throne Thy love truft truth voice wandering weary William Cowper wilt wings word
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