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... faith and love , which parted from thee never , 167 When gathering clouds around I view , 90 • When I consider how my light is spent , 87 When I have seen thy snowy wing , 43 When Israel , of the Lord beloved , 204 When life as opening ...
... faith and love , which parted from thee never , 167 When gathering clouds around I view , 90 • When I consider how my light is spent , 87 When I have seen thy snowy wing , 43 When Israel , of the Lord beloved , 204 When life as opening ...
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... faith the obedient sheep shall stand , " And none shall pluck them from thy Father's hand . ” But O ! what mortal tongue shall sing Thy wondrous love ? Death could not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death ...
... faith the obedient sheep shall stand , " And none shall pluck them from thy Father's hand . ” But O ! what mortal tongue shall sing Thy wondrous love ? Death could not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death ...
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... faith shall seek the lowly dust Where humble sorrow loves to lie ; And bids her thus her hopes intrust , And watch with patient , cheerful eye ; And bear the long , cold , wintry night , And bear her own degraded doom ; And wait till ...
... faith shall seek the lowly dust Where humble sorrow loves to lie ; And bids her thus her hopes intrust , And watch with patient , cheerful eye ; And bear the long , cold , wintry night , And bear her own degraded doom ; And wait till ...
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... Faith's strong pinions soaring to the skies ; Yet , while conversing here with want and wo , Acts the good minister of Heaven below . The poor relieved , the widow's wrongs redress'd , The darken'd mind illumed with heavenly day , The ...
... Faith's strong pinions soaring to the skies ; Yet , while conversing here with want and wo , Acts the good minister of Heaven below . The poor relieved , the widow's wrongs redress'd , The darken'd mind illumed with heavenly day , The ...
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... faith resign'd . Launch boldly on the surge , And , in a light and fragile bark , Thy path through flood and tempest urge , Like Noah in the ark : Then tread , like him , a new world's shore , Thine altar build , and God adore . Leave ...
... faith resign'd . Launch boldly on the surge , And , in a light and fragile bark , Thy path through flood and tempest urge , Like Noah in the ark : Then tread , like him , a new world's shore , Thine altar build , and God adore . Leave ...
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Page 207 - DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ. I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea, I am lord of the fowl and the hrute. 0 solitude! where are the charms
Page 274 - of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing. Ye in heaven! On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end! Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, Sure pledge of day, that
Page 133 - in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars in the sea When the blue ware rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset
Page 188 - gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. THE
Page 205 - the blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize ; A contrite heart, an humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice." FUNERAL HYMN. YE midnight shades, o'er nature spread! Dumb silence of the dreary hour! In honor of the approaching dead, Around your awful terrors pour. Yes, pour around On this pale ground,
Page 163 - roam : But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To hold my course to
Page 188 - vistas into heaven, Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings of stormy gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Page 201 - men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all The
Page 157 - origin divine, God's glorious image—freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE ! GOD'S FIRST TEMPLES.—A
Page 177 - THE REV. W. MASON. TAKE, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear; Take that best gift, which Heaven so lately gave. To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care, Her faded form—she how'd to taste the wave, And died ! Does youth, does beauty read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm ? Speak, dead