ما يقوله الناس - كتابة مراجعة
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الصفحة 88 - I love by faith to take a view Of brighter scenes in heaven; The prospect doth my strength renew, While here by tempests driven. 5 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, May its departing ray Be calm as this impressive hour, And lead to endless day.
الصفحة 43 - SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing ; To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ! No mortal cares shall seize my breast. O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound.
الصفحة 48 - ' That saw the Lord arise ! Welcome to this reviving breast, And these rejoicing eyes ! 2 The King himself comes near, And feasts his saints to-day ; Here we may sit, and see him here, And love, and praise, and pray.
الصفحة 132 - Our life is a dream ; Our time, as a stream, Glides swiftly away, And the fugitive moment refuses to stay...
الصفحة 137 - With eternity in view : Bless Thy word to young and old ; Fill us with a Saviour's love ; And when life's short tale is told, May we dwell with Thee above.
الصفحة 66 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed ; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
الصفحة 90 - Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days : Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
الصفحة 101 - When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave, They know thou art not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save. L( 4 The storm is laid, the winds retire, Obedient to thy -will; The sea, that roars at thy command, At thy command is still.
الصفحة 44 - THIS is the day the Lord hath made; He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day He rose, and left the dead; And Satan's empire fell : To-day the saints His triumph spread, And all His wonders tell. 3 Hosanna to th...