The Monthly Packet of Evening Readings for Members of the English Church, ÆÄÆ® 26-30

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176 ÆäÀÌÁö - WHEN I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
5 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind, In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
198 ÆäÀÌÁö - Let people serve thee, and nations bow down to thee : be lord over thy brethren, and let thy mother's sons bow down to thee : cursed be every one that curseth thee, and blessed be he that blesseth thee.
47 ÆäÀÌÁö - A higher hand must make her mild, If all be not in vain ; and guide Her footsteps, moving side by side With wisdom, like the younger child ; For she is earthly of the mind, But wisdom heavenly of the soul.
118 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hide not thy face from me in the time of my trouble : incline thine ear unto me when I call ; O hear me, and that right soon.
59 ÆäÀÌÁö - What shall we do then? 11 He answereth, and saith unto them, He that hath two coats, let him impart to him that hath none ; and he that hath meat, let him do likewise.
380 ÆäÀÌÁö - With his own right hand, and with his holy arm : hath he gotten himself the victory. 3 The Lord declared his salvation : His righteousness hath he openly shewed in the sight of the heathen. 4 He hath remembered his mercy and truth toward the house of Israel : And all the ends of the world have seen the salvation of our God.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, "Whose light doth trample on my days — My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - He that hath found some fledg'd bird's nest, may know At first sight, if the bird be flown; But what fair Well, or Grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown. And yet, as Angels in some brighter dreams Call to the soul, when man doth sleep: So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
67 ÆäÀÌÁö - And this is known and manifest. Therefore we pray the Lord of the harvest to send forth labourers into his harvest...

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