Supplicatory Addresses to the One Everliving and True God: To which are Added a Few Hymns

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J. Washbourn, 1818 - 199 sider
 

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Side 60 - I do; with all my heart, with all my mind, and with all my strength. My...
Side 22 - Love, who makest Thy sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendest rain on the just and on the unjust...
Side 198 - Divine instructor, gracious Lord, Be thou for ever near; Teach me to love thy sacred word, And view my Saviour there.
Side 79 - Lord upholdeth all that fall, and raiseth up all those that are bowed down. The eyes of all wait upon thee; and thou givest them their food in due season. Thou openest thine hand, and satisfiest the desire of every living thing.
Side 197 - FATHER of mercies ! in thy word What endless glory shines ! For ever be thy Name adored For these celestial lines. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find ; Riches above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind.
Side 4 - ... from works less popular in their character, less stimulating in their style, and less constantly urged upon the notice of the student. But let him not fall into the snare here spread for him. Let him keep his heart with all diligence, knowing that out of it are the issues of life.
Side 199 - Fair, distant land! could mortal eyes But half its charms explore, How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more ! 3 No cloud those blissful regions know — Realms ever bright and fair! For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there.
Side vii - When the ear heard me, then it blessed me; and when the eye saw me, it gave witness to me; because I delivered the poor that cried, and the fatherless, and him that had none to help him. The blessing of him that was ready to perish came upon me : and I caused the widow's heart to sing for joy.
Side 198 - For these celestial lines. 2 Here may the wretched sons of want Exhaustless riches find ; — Riches, above what earth can grant, And lasting as the mind. 3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, And yields a free repast, ; Sublimer sweets than nature knows, Invite the longing taste.
Side 199 - There pain and sickness never come, And grief no more complains : Health triumphs in immortal bloom, And endless pleasure reigns.

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