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35 psl. - ... in the cities of Judah, and in the streets of Jerusalem, that are desolate, without man, and without inhabitant, and without beast, the voice of joy, and the voice of gladness ; the voice of the bridegroom, and the voice of the bride...
185 psl. - The Lord is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my strength, in whom I will trust; my buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
106 psl. - UP and away, like the dew of the morning, Soaring from earth to its home in the sun, So let me steal away, gently and lovingly, Only remembered by what I have done. My name and my place and my tomb, all forgotten, The brief race of time well and patiently run, So let me pass away, peacefully, silently, Only remembered by what I have done.
353 psl. - But of the times and the seasons, brethren, ye have no need that I write unto you. For yourselves know perfectly that the Day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night.
345 psl. - I GAVE my life for thee, My precious blood I shed, That thou mightst ransomed be, And quickened from the dead. I gave my life for thee ; What hast thou given for me ? I spent long years for thee In weariness and woe, That an eternity Of joy thou mightest know.
70 psl. - Hold the fort, for I am coming," Jesus signals still ; Wave the answer back to heaven,
114 psl. - Let the lower lights be burning Send a gleam across the wave Some poor fainting, struggling seaman You may rescue, you may save.
342 psl. - In the Christian's home in glory There remains a land of rest, There my Saviour's gone before me, To fulfil my soul's request. There is rest for the weary...