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Page 224 - And now shall mine head be lifted up above mine enemies round about me : therefore will I offer in his tabernacle sacrifices of joy ; I will sing, yea, I will sing praises unto the Lord.
Page 9 - See, from his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down : Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 4.
Page 216 - I dare not choose my lot; I would not if I might; Choose Thou for me, my God, So shall I walk aright.
Page 86 - The hand that gave it still supplies The gracious light and heat : His truths upon the nations rise ; They rise, but never set. 1 Exodus xvii. 11. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Page 20 - GOD of my life, to thee I call ! Afflicted, at thy feet I fall ; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail. 2 Friend of the friendless and the faint, Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Page 97 - For her my tears shall fall ; For her my prayers ascend ; To her my cares and toils be given, Till toils and cares shall end. 4 Beyond my highest joy I prize her heavenly ways ; Her sweet communion, solemn vows, Her hymns of love and praise.
Page 225 - What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
Page 237 - HOW amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of Hosts! My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord : my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God.
Page 192 - See, the streams of living waters, Springing from eternal love, Well supply Thy sons and daughters, And all fear of want remove ; Who can faint, while such a river Ever flows their thirst to assuage ! Grace which, like the Lord the giver, Never fails from age to age.