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Página 150 - Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Página 311 - And it shall be for a sign and for a witness unto the LORD of hosts in the land of Egypt: for they shall cry unto the LORD because of the oppressors, and he shall send them a saviour, and a great one, and he shall deliver them.
Página 34 - Thus the Birch Canoe was builded In the valley, by the river, In the bosom of the forest ; And the forest's life was in it, All its mystery and its magic, All the lightness of the birch-tree, All the toughness of the cedar, All the larch's supple sinews ; And it floated on the river Like a yellow leaf in Autumn, Like a yellow water-lily.
Página 143 - Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Página 13 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold ; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them : the oars were silver ; Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water, which they beat, to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Página 265 - THOU hidden love of God ! whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows : I see from far Thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for Thy repose. My heart is pained ; nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in Thee.
Página 190 - O come, let us sing unto the Lord : let us heartily rejoice in the strength of our salvation.
Página 421 - Or lose thyself in the continuous woods, Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save its own dashings...