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Page 11 - I do not ask my cross to understand, My way to see ; Better in darkness just to feel Thy hand, And follow Thee.
Page 122 - And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not, I will lead them in paths that they have not known : I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake . them.
Page 1 - For God is not unrighteous to forget your work and labour of love, which ye have shewed toward his name, in that ye have ministered to the saints, and do minister.
Page 234 - Where the dead and dying lay, Wounded by bayonets, shells, and balls, Somebody's Darling was borne one day : — Somebody's Darling, so young and so brave, Wearing yet, on his pale, sweet face, Soon to be hid by the dust of the grave, The lingering light of his boyhood's grace. Matted and damp are the curls of gold...
Page 235 - Somebody's heart enshrined him there; Somebody wafted his name above Night and morn on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away Looking so handsome, brave, and grand ; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay, Somebody clung to his parting hand.
Page 280 - I GAVE My life for thee, My precious blood I shed, That thou might'st ransomed be, And quickened from the dead. I gave my life for thee ; What hast thou given for Me ? I spent long years for thee In weariness and woe, That an eternity Of joy thou mightest know.
Page 58 - Some sad mishap the tiny fabric spoiled, And dashed it to the ground. She found the ruin wrought...
Page 292 - Thou canst not toil in vain : Cold, heat, and moist, and dry, Shall foster and mature the grain ' For garners in the sky. ' Then, when the glorious end, — The day of God Is come, The angel.reapers shall descend, And Heaven cry, " Harvest Home !