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Página 170 - O sweet and blessed country, The home of God's elect! O sweet and blessed country, That eager hearts expect! Jesus, in mercy bring us To that dear land of rest; Who art, with God the Father, And Spirit, ever blest.
Página 250 - He maketh wars to cease unto the end of the earth; He breaketh the bow, and cutteth the spear in sunder; He burneth the chariot in the fire. Be still, and know that I am God : I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth.
Página 107 - YES, my native land, I love thee; All thy scenes, I love them well; Friends, connections, happy country, Can I bid you all farewell?
Página 246 - The voice at midnight came; He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Página 139 - So likewise, whosoever he be of you that forsaketh not all that he hath, he cannot be my disciple.
Página 81 - For thou art not a God that hath pleasure in wickedness: neither shall evil dwell with thee.
Página 209 - Finally, brethren, pray for us, that the word of the Lord may have free course, and be glorified, even as it is with you: 2.
Página 129 - He leadeth me ! He leadeth me ! By His own hand He leadeth me ! His faithful follower I would be, For by His hand He leadeth me. 2 Sometimes 'mid scenes of deepest gloom, Sometimes where Eden's bowers bloom, By waters calm, o'er troubled sea, Still 'tis His hand that leadeth me.