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Página 136 - Favors. 1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God ! My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I 'm lost In wonder, love, and praise.
Página 213 - He taught me also, and said unto me, 'Let thine heart retain my words: keep my commandments, and live.
Página 124 - A rose's brief, bright life of joy, Such unto him was given ; — Go ! thou must play alone, my boy ! Thy brother is in heaven.
Página 128 - THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
Página 214 - But the path of the just is as the shining light, that shineth more and more unto the perfect day. The way of the wicked is as darkness: they know not at what they stumble.
Página 58 - THE USE OF FLOWERS. GOD might have bade the earth bring forth Enough for great and small, The oak tree, and the cedar tree, Without a flower at all.
Página 212 - Trust in the Lord with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Be not wise in thine own eyes : fear the Lord, and depart from evil.
Página 93 - Come up, come up, for the world is fair, Where the merry leaves dance in the summer air !" And the birds below give back the cry, " We come, we come, to the branches high...