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Pagina 61 - Where'er they seek Thee Thou art found, And every place is hallowed ground. 2 For Thou, within no walls confined, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring Thee where they come, And going take Thee to their home...
Pagina 62 - Just as I am — and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot, To thee, whose blood can cleanse each spot, O Lamb of God, I come...
Pagina 17 - AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun Thy daily stage of duty run ; Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise, To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Pagina 32 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile? In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Pagina 62 - Just as I am, thou wilt receive, wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve: because thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come.
Pagina 89 - 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.
Pagina 10 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away, Change and decay in all around I see ; ' O Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
Pagina 59 - All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng : The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed, Are decked in glorious sheen.