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Side 75
... That could from Heaven and him such brightness sever ' Tis done — to Heaven
and him she ' s lost forever ! It was a dreadful moment ; not the tears , The
lingering , lasting misery of years Could match that minute ' s anguish - all the
worst Of ...
... That could from Heaven and him such brightness sever ' Tis done — to Heaven
and him she ' s lost forever ! It was a dreadful moment ; not the tears , The
lingering , lasting misery of years Could match that minute ' s anguish - all the
worst Of ...
Side 79
And thou wilt pray for me I know thou wilt At the dim vesper hour , when thoughts
of guilt Come heaviest o ' er the heart , thou ' lt lift thine eyes , Full of sweet tears ,
unto the dark ' ning skies , And plead for me with Heaven , till I can dare To fix ...
And thou wilt pray for me I know thou wilt At the dim vesper hour , when thoughts
of guilt Come heaviest o ' er the heart , thou ' lt lift thine eyes , Full of sweet tears ,
unto the dark ' ning skies , And plead for me with Heaven , till I can dare To fix ...
Side 134
Though foul thy fiery plagues within , One heavenly drop hath dispell ' d them all !
... prayer , While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one
, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven !
Though foul thy fiery plagues within , One heavenly drop hath dispell ' d them all !
... prayer , While the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one
, And hymns of joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a Soul Forgiven !
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