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Strana 28 - Renew my will from day to day ; Blend it with Thine, and take away All that now makes it hard to say, Thy will be done.
Strana 24 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Strana 28 - MY God, my Father, while I stray Far from my home in life's rough way, Oh, teach me from my heart to say, "Thy will be done!
Strana 8 - In the morning sow thy seed, and in the evening withhold not thy hand: for thou knowest not whether shall prosper, either this or that, or whether they both shall be alike good.
Strana 22 - We speak of its pathways of gold, Of its walls deck'd with jewels so rare, Of its wonders and pleasures untold, But what must it be to be there...
Strana 15 - In My Father's house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.
Strana 31 - ... like the shining of the stars in the firmament. Yes, to emit the faintest ray from that dazzling crown which shall ever encircle the head of the Saviour is a thought far too glorious for human conception ; but there is a thought more glorious still, — to blaze forth, the central gem of one of those brilliant clusters — to add to the glory of the Eedeemer's diadem, and yet have around us a coronet of our own.
Strana 19 - Father, I confess, That all thy ways are just, Although I faint with sore distress, And now draw near the dust. How soon my health and strength are > fled! And life is nearly past ! O smile upon my dying bed, And love me to the last. Once did the blessed SAVIOUR cry, " Let little children come :" On this kind word I would rely, Since I am going home.