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Pàgina 86 - Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my guide ? " In His feet and hands are wound-prints And His side.
Pàgina 127 - The cross that Jesus carried he carried as your due: the crown that Jesus weareth he weareth it for you.
Pàgina 129 - SAFE HOME, SAFE HOME IN PORT. (From the Greek.) AFE home, safe home in port ! Rent cordage, shattered deck, Torn sails, provisions short, And only not a wreck...
Pàgina 55 - THOSE eternal bowers Man hath never trod, Those unfading flowers Round the throne of GOD. Who may hope to gain them After weary fight ? Who at length attain them Clad in robes of white ? He, who gladly barters All on earthly ground ; He who, like the martyrs, Says ' I will be crowned ' : He, whose one oblation Is a life of love ; Clinging to the nation Of the blest above.
Pàgina 6 - The toils of day are over: I raise the hymn to Thee, And ask that free from peril The hours of fear may be : O Jesu, keep me in Thy sight, And guard me through the coming night...
Pàgina 58 - Neither might the gates of death, Nor the tomb's dark portal, Nor the watchers, nor the seal, Hold Thee as a mortal : But to-day amidst the Twelve Thou didst stand, bestowing That Thy peace, which evermore Passeth human knowing.
Pàgina 6 - Be Thou my soul's preserver, O GOD ! for Thou dost know How many are the perils Through which I have to go: Lover of men, O hear my call, And guard and save me from them all.
Pàgina 3 - Lower thy crest ! Wail of Euroclydon, Be thou at rest! Sorrow can never be, Darkness must fly, Where saith the Light of Light, "Peace! It is I.