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appear balm beam beauty bestow bless blest bliss bloom blossom breathe bright calm cease celestial charms cheer child Christian close comforts dark death delight divine dost thou dying E'en earth earthly eternal face fade faint fair faith fear feel flower friends Give given glories gone grief hand happy harp hear heard heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour land lays Leaning life's light listen look mind mourn ne'er never night o'er once path peace poor prayer prove pure region rest Saviour scene seek shalt shed shines sigh sight silent sing smile song soon sorrow sought soul sounds spirit spring suffering sweet Sweet babes tears thee thine thine eye thou thou art thou hast thought thy heart Turn unseen valley voice weary weep wings
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Page 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.
Page 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,
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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 :
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!