Trysorfa y plantP.M. Evans, 1870 |
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الصفحة 51 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, Sister Spirit, come away. . What is this absorbs me quite ! Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul!
الصفحة 161 - His arms had been thrown around me; And that I might have seen His kind look when He said, ||: " Let the little ones come unto Me.
الصفحة 161 - Yet still to his footstool in prayer I may go, And ask for a share in his love ; And if I thus earnestly seek him below, I shall see him and hear him above — . In that beautiful place he is gone to prepare, For all who are washed and forgiven, — And many dear children are gathering there, For "of such is the kingdom of Heaven.
الصفحة 321 - I want to be an angel, And with the angels stand, A crown upon my forehead, A harp within my hand...
الصفحة 296 - Canys chwi a adwaenoch ras ein Harglwydd lesu Grist, iddo ef, ac yntau yn gyfoethog, fyned er eich mwyn chwi yn dlawd, fel y cyfoethogid chwi trwy ei dlodi ef.
الصفحة 51 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! Oh Grave ! where is thy Victory ? Oh Death ! where is thy Sting ? THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER.
الصفحة 161 - I THINK, when I read that sweet story of old, When Jesus was here among men, How he called little children, as lambs to his fold, I should like to have been with them then.
الصفحة 42 - A'r nos Sabboth canlynol, sef y 7fed о Fawrth, y pregethodd yn Nhrelogan, gerllaw Newmarket, sir Fflint, am y tro olaf о gwbl, oddiar Heb. xi. 5; "Trwy ffydd y symudwyd Enoch, fel na welai farwolaeth; ac ni chaed ef, am ddarfod i Dduw ei symud ef ; canys, суп ei symud ef, efe a gawsai dystiolaeth ddarfod iddo ryngu bodd Duw.
الصفحة 321 - I know I'm weak and sinful, But Jesus will forgive ; For many little children Have gone to heaven to live. Dear Saviour, when I languish, And lay me down to die, Oh ! send a shining angel To bear me to the sky.
الصفحة 145 - Pa lesâd i ddyn, os ennill efe yr holl fyd, a cholli ei enaid ei hun?