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Pàgina 46 - Hushed is each doubt, gone every fear ; My spirit seems in Heaven to stay; And e'en the penitential tear Is wiped away. 6 Lord, till I reach that blissful shore, No privilege so dear shall be As thus my inmost soul to pour In prayer to Thee.
Pàgina 130 - Though dark my path and sad my lot, Let me be still, and murmur not, Or breathe the prayer divinely taught, " Thy will be done." What though in lonely grief I sigh For friends beloved, no longer nigh, Submissive still would I reply,
Pàgina 44 - And blest that hour of solemn eve, When, on the wings of prayer up-borne, The world I leave ! For then a day-spring shines on me, Brighter than morn's ethereal glow ; And richer dews descend...
Pàgina 132 - Thou bidst me lean, Help me throughout life's varying scene, By faith to cling to Thee ! Blest with this fellowship divine, Take what Thou wilt, I'll ne'er repine. E'en as the branches to the vine, My soul would cling to Thee ! Far from her home, fatigued, opprest, Here she has found her place of rest ; An exile still, yet not unblest While she can cling to Thee...
Pàgina 45 - God, is any hour so sweet, From blush of morn to evening star, As that which calls me to thy feet, — The hour of prayer? 2 Blest is that tranquil hour of morn, And blest that solemn hour of eve, When, on the wings of prayer upborne, The world I leave.
Pàgina 131 - Thy will be done !" 4 If but my fainting heart be blest With thy sweet Spirit for its guest, My God, to thee I leave the rest :
Pàgina 45 - No words can tell what sweet relief There for my every want I find, What strength for warfare, balm for grief, What peace of mind.
Pàgina 133 - They fear not life's rough storms to brave, Since Thou art near, and strong to save ; Nor shudder e'en at death's dark wave ; Because they cling to Thee...
Pàgina 130 - MY God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, Oh, teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!