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Página 223 - Call upon me in the day of trouble, and I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me.
Página 169 - Henceforth, then, It matters not if storm or sunshine be My earthly lot, bitter or sweet my cup; I only pray, God fit me for the work; God make me holy, and my spirit nerve For the stern hour of strife.
Página 51 - Why live I here ? The vows Of God are on me, and I may not stop To play with shadows, or pluck earthly flowers. Till I my work have done, and rendered up Account. The voice of my departed Lord, "Go, teach all nations," from the Eastern world Comes on the night air and awakes my ear.
Página 243 - This heart will flame with gratitude and love ; And through the ages of eternal years, Thus saved, my spirit never shall repent That toil and suffering once were mine below.
Página 93 - Let me but know There is an arm unseen that holds me up, An eye that kindly watches all my path Till I my weary pilgrimage have done, — Let me but know I have a Friend that waits To welcome me to glory, and I joy To tread the dark and death-fraught wilderness.
Página 1 - Go teach all nations," from the eastern world Comes on the night air, and awakes my ear. And I will go. I may not longer doubt To give up friends and home and idle hopes, And every tender tie that binds my heart To thee, my country. Why should I regard Earth's little store of borrowed sweets ? I sure Have had enough of bitter in my cup To show that never was it His design Who placed me here that I should live at ease, Or drink at pleasure's fountain.