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Page 379 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God...
Page 463 - Whene'er we hear that glorious word ! Faith of our fathers, holy faith ! We will be true to thee till death.
Page 186 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume Thy bolts to throw ; And deal damnation round the land On each I judge Thy foe. If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Page 169 - Through storm and night ; When the wild tempests rave, Ruler of wind and wave, Do thou our country save By thy great might ! 2 For her our prayer shall rise To God above the skies ; On him we wait. Thou who art ever nigh, Guarding with watchful eye, To thee aloud we cry. God save the State ! 135.
Page 493 - GLORIOUS things of thee are spoken, Zion, city of our God ! He whose word cannot be broken, Formed thee for his own abode : On the Rock of Ages founded — What can shake thy sure repose? With salvation's walls surrounded, Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
Page 113 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Page 456 - A MIGHTY fortress is our God, A bulwark never failing; Our helper he, amid the flood Of mortal ills prevailing. For still our ancient foe Doth seek to work us woe ; His craft and power are great; And, armed with cruel hate, On earth is not his equal.
Page 252 - O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!