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... saints and angels songs prepare To greet me when my journey's done . And He , the loveliest and the best , Slain 46 FLOWERS OF Rest, the heavenly 185, 244 Swallows 292 Sword, ploughing of the 257 Teacher, the heavenly 154.
... saints and angels songs prepare To greet me when my journey's done . And He , the loveliest and the best , Slain 46 FLOWERS OF Rest, the heavenly 185, 244 Swallows 292 Sword, ploughing of the 257 Teacher, the heavenly 154.
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... 'er forsaken , All his vital spirit taste ; Where the streams of life are flowing , Land by saints and prophets trod , May we still be freshly growing In the garden of our Gon ! THE HAPPY MAN . He is the happy man , SACRED POETRY . 57.
... 'er forsaken , All his vital spirit taste ; Where the streams of life are flowing , Land by saints and prophets trod , May we still be freshly growing In the garden of our Gon ! THE HAPPY MAN . He is the happy man , SACRED POETRY . 57.
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... saint that wears heaven's brightest crown , In deepest adoration bends ; The weight of glory bears him down The most when most his soul ascends ; Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility . J. MONTGOMERY . THE WAY ...
... saint that wears heaven's brightest crown , In deepest adoration bends ; The weight of glory bears him down The most when most his soul ascends ; Nearest the throne itself must be The footstool of humility . J. MONTGOMERY . THE WAY ...
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... saint of him that sheds the most ? Away with charity that soothes a lie , And thrusts the truth with scorn and anger by ; Shame on the candour and the gracious smile Bestowed on them that light the martyr's pile ; While insolent disdain ...
... saint of him that sheds the most ? Away with charity that soothes a lie , And thrusts the truth with scorn and anger by ; Shame on the candour and the gracious smile Bestowed on them that light the martyr's pile ; While insolent disdain ...
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... saints . Spread thy wings , my soul , and fly Straight to yonder world on high . Joyful crowds his throne surrounding , Sing with rapture of his love , Through the heavens his praises sounding , Filling all the courts above . Spread thy ...
... saints . Spread thy wings , my soul , and fly Straight to yonder world on high . Joyful crowds his throne surrounding , Sing with rapture of his love , Through the heavens his praises sounding , Filling all the courts above . Spread thy ...
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Стр. 61 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away : Change and decay in all around I see ; 0 Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
Стр. 161 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Стр. 304 - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Стр. 141 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Стр. 29 - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show : The love of Jesus, what it is, None but his loved ones know.
Стр. 152 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Стр. 194 - One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Стр. 141 - But in his duty, prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Стр. 224 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there : Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child!
Стр. 127 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.