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... the spirit fled , And winged its flight on high , And left the body dead . No prayers , no tears , its flight could stay , ' Twas Jesus call'd the soul away . Oh , how shall I complain Of Him that rules 4 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
... the spirit fled , And winged its flight on high , And left the body dead . No prayers , no tears , its flight could stay , ' Twas Jesus call'd the soul away . Oh , how shall I complain Of Him that rules 4 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
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... dead restores : Heaven's thunder darkens , deepens on , But cannot drown the deeper moan Bursting from millions , who behold Their doom at length , so oft foretold . DEATH - BED . By Mr. William Thomson , Glasgow BOOK OF GEMS . 9.
... dead restores : Heaven's thunder darkens , deepens on , But cannot drown the deeper moan Bursting from millions , who behold Their doom at length , so oft foretold . DEATH - BED . By Mr. William Thomson , Glasgow BOOK OF GEMS . 9.
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... dead . She died deserving to be mourn'd , While parted worth a pang can give . She died - by Heaven's best gifts adorn'd , While folly , falsehood , baseness , live . Long in their baseness live secure The noxious weed , and wounding ...
... dead . She died deserving to be mourn'd , While parted worth a pang can give . She died - by Heaven's best gifts adorn'd , While folly , falsehood , baseness , live . Long in their baseness live secure The noxious weed , and wounding ...
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... : Lowly and lonely be my grave , Fast by this streamlet's oozing wave , Still to the gentle angler dear , And heaven's fair face reflecting clear ! No rank luxuriance from the dead Draw the green turf 42 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
... : Lowly and lonely be my grave , Fast by this streamlet's oozing wave , Still to the gentle angler dear , And heaven's fair face reflecting clear ! No rank luxuriance from the dead Draw the green turf 42 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
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A Selection of Sacred Poetry Christian. No rank luxuriance from the dead Draw the green turf above my head : But cowslips , here and there , be found , Sweet natives of the hallow'd ground , Diffusing nature's incense round ! Kindly ...
A Selection of Sacred Poetry Christian. No rank luxuriance from the dead Draw the green turf above my head : But cowslips , here and there , be found , Sweet natives of the hallow'd ground , Diffusing nature's incense round ! Kindly ...
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252 ÆäÀÌÁö - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
212 ÆäÀÌÁö - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
216 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.
217 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
133 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
58 ÆäÀÌÁö - DIM as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is Reason to the soul : and as on high, Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here ; so Reason's glimmering ray I Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day.
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
149 ÆäÀÌÁö - O'er mountain tower and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down. As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam.
247 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew, Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.