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الصفحة 16878 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
الصفحة 16882 - Onward! Christian soldiers, Marching at to war, With the Cross of Jems Going on before. ! Cliristian soldiers, Marching ;is to war, With the Cross of Jesus Going on before ; Christ the Royal Master Leads against the foe ; Forward into battle, See ! His banners go.
الصفحة 16858 - 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.
الصفحة 16866 - While life's dark maze I tread, And griefs around me spread, 'Be Thou my Guide; Bid darkness turn to day, Wipe sorrow's tears away, Nor let me ever stray From Thee aside.
الصفحة 16848 - What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.
الصفحة 16873 - To you in David's town, this day, Is born of David's line, The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; And this shall be the sign. 4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find To human view displayed, All meanly wrapped in swathing bands, And in a manger laid.
الصفحة 16841 - A million torches lighted by thy hand Wander unwearied through the blue abyss : They own thy power, accomplish thy command. All gay with life, all eloquent with bliss, What shall we call them ? Piles of crystal light, A glorious company of golden streams, Lamps of celestial ether burning bright, Suns lighting systems with their joyous beams ? But thou to these art as the noon to night.
الصفحة 16864 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears.