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Página 147 - Give me a calm, a thankful heart From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 " Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
Página 109 - ... went throughout all Syria ; and they brought unto him all sick people, that were taken with divers diseases and torments, and those which were possessed with devils, and those which were lunatic, and those that had the palsy ; and he healed them.
Página 190 - UP and away, like the dew of the morning, Soaring from earth to its home in the sun, — So let me steal away, gently and lovingly, Only remembered by what I have done. My name and my place and my tomb, all forgotten, The brief race of time well and patiently run, So let me pass away, peacefully, silently, Only remembered by what I have done.
Página 125 - Jesus' blood. 4 He by Himself hath sworn ; I on His oath depend ; I shall, on eagles' wings upborne, To heaven ascend: I shall behold His face, I shall His power adore, And sing the wonders of His grace For evermore.
Página 109 - And seeing the multitudes, He went up into a mountain: and when He was set, His disciples came unto Him: and He opened His mouth, and taught them, saying, "Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.
Página 162 - HOW happy is the pilgrim's lot; How free from every anxious thought, From worldly hope and fear ! Confined to neither court nor cell, His soul disdains on earth to dwell, He only sojourns here.
Página 98 - It was my guide, my light, my all, it bade my dark forebodings cease ; and through the storm and danger's thrall it led me to the port of peace.