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Side 179 - Know ye not that there is a prince and a great man fallen this day in Israel?
Side 167 - Then shall we know, if we follow on to know the Lord: his going forth is prepared as the morning; and he shall come unto us as the rain, as the latter and former rain unto the earth.
Side 57 - My father, shall I smite them? shall I smite them? And he answered, Thou shalt not smite them: wouldest thou smite those whom thou hast taken captive with thy sword and with thy bow? set bread and water before them, that they may eat and drink, and go to their master.
Side 63 - Creators goodness dost declare, And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare, A stain to human sense in sin that lowers. What soul can be so sick which by thy songs...
Side 32 - Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see...
Side 217 - What do I see but Christ, in one of his members, wrestling there? Think you that we are the sufferers ? No, it is Christ in us ; for he sends none a warfare on their own charges.
Side 195 - Also I say unto you, Whosoever shall confess me before men, him shall the Son of man also confess before the angels of God.
Side 34 - ... it came even to pass as the trumpeters and singers were as one, to make one sound to be heard in praising and thanking the Lord ; and when they lifted up their voice with the trumpets and cymbals and instruments of music, and praised the Lord, saying, For he is good ; for his mercy endureth for ever; that then the house was filled with a cloud, even the house of the Lord...
Side 24 - Thy walls are made of precious stones, Thy bulwarks diamonds square; Thy gates are of right orient pearl, Exceeding rich and rare. Thy...
Side 247 - Behold ! and look away your low despair — See the light tenants of the barren air : To them, nor stores, nor granaries belong ; Nought, but the woodland, and the pleasing song ; Yet, your kind heav'nly Father bends his eye On the least wing that flits along the sky.

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