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adore angels appear beams bear beauty behold blessed blest bliss breath bright bring cheer child Christ comes crown dark dear death doth dust dwell earth earthly eternal eyes face fair faith Father fear feet flowers forever friends gates GERMAN give glad glorious glory golden gone grace grief hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jerusalem Jesus King Lamb land leave light living look Lord meet mortal never night o'er pain pass peace praise pure raise reign rest rise river round saints Saviour shine sigh sight sing skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stand stars sweet tears tell thee thine thou thought throne toil trust voice wait weary weep wings wonder
Pagina 379 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Pagina 66 - When shall I come to thee? When shall my sorrows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see ? O happy harbour of the Saints!
Pagina 77 - There, like streams that feed the garden, Pleasures without end shall flow ; For the Lord, your faith rewarding, All his bounty shall bestow : Still in undisturbed possession Peace and righteousness shall reign ; Never shall you feel oppression, Hear the voice of war again.
Pagina 28 - Ye stars are but the shining dust Of my divine abode, The pavement of those heavenly courts, Where I shall reign with God.
Pagina 317 - Ye saints, who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at His feet, His grace and His glory display, And all His rich mercy repeat : He snatched you from hell and the grave, He ransomed from death and despair ; For you He was mighty to save, Almighty to bring you safe there.
Pagina 243 - If the way be drear, If the foe be near, Let not faithless fears o'ertake us, Let not faith and hope forsake us ; For, through many a foe, To our home we go.
Pagina 123 - O happy souls that pray, Where God appoints to hear ! O happy men, that pay Their constant service there ! They praise thee still ; And happy they That love the way To Zion's hill.
Pagina 268 - A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun ; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow : Long had I watched the glory moving on, O'er the still radiance of the lake below ; Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow, E'en in its very motion there was rest ; While every breath of eve that chanced to blow, Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west.