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˹éÒ 2 - That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth; But no man heard the trampling, Or saw the train go forth; Noiselessly as the daylight Comes when the night is done. And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun, — Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves. And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves, — So, without sound of music, Or voice of them that wept.
˹éÒ 1 - By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.
˹éÒ 76 - JESUS, Thou Joy of loving hearts ! Thou Fount of life ! Thou Light of men ! From the best bliss that earth imparts, We turn unfilled to Thee again. 2 Thy truth unchanged hath ever stood ; Thou savest those that on Thee call ; To them that seek Thee, Thou art good, To them that find Thee, All in All...
˹éÒ 1 - So Moses the servant of the LORD died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the LORD. And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
˹éÒ 40 - Tis not for man to trifle ! Life is brief, And sin is here. Our age is but the falling of a leaf, A dropping tear. We have no time to sport away the hours, All must be earnest in a world like ours.
˹éÒ 38 - Jesus calls us from the worship Of the vain world's golden store, From each idol that would keep us, Saying,
˹éÒ 56 - Thou maintainest my lot." — PSALM xvi. 5. SOUBCE of my life's refreshing springs, Whose presence in my heart sustains me, Thy love appoints me pleasant things, Thy mercy orders all that pains me. If loving hearts were never lonely, If all they wish might always be, Accepting what they look for only, They might be glad, but not in Thee.
˹éÒ 5 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on, o'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone, and with the morn those angel faces smile, which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
˹éÒ 4 - LEAD, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead thou me on ! The night is dark, and I am far from home, — Lead thou me on ! Keep thou my feet ; 1 do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
˹éÒ 107 - One by one thy duties wait thee, Let thy whole strength go to each ; Let no future dreams elate thee, Learn thou first what these can teach.
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