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... Come , Assurance of God's Love , The Unsearchable ,. The Future Life , Page Herbert , 319 Jane Taylor , 320 Kosegarten , 321 Anon . , 322 Milnes , 223 Lowell ,. 324 • Anon . , 326 Helen M. Williams , 327 Согорет , 328 Hagen , 329 Breton ...
... Come , Assurance of God's Love , The Unsearchable ,. The Future Life , Page Herbert , 319 Jane Taylor , 320 Kosegarten , 321 Anon . , 322 Milnes , 223 Lowell ,. 324 • Anon . , 326 Helen M. Williams , 327 Согорет , 328 Hagen , 329 Breton ...
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... Come with thy scourges , Fate ! Come , Anguish , Death , - Since God himself hath said ; " All souls are Mine " ! - Jer . 2 : 25- Jamesh20 Wuke 19:47 a . 20 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
... Come with thy scourges , Fate ! Come , Anguish , Death , - Since God himself hath said ; " All souls are Mine " ! - Jer . 2 : 25- Jamesh20 Wuke 19:47 a . 20 THE TESTIMONY OF THE POETS .
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... come , O Saviour , to bestow ! ' Tis the dear love , that , pointing the disease , Doth also whisper of the remedy ; ' Tis the high gift of all that best agrees With our soiled nature and its sovereign cry , Forgiveness - restoration ...
... come , O Saviour , to bestow ! ' Tis the dear love , that , pointing the disease , Doth also whisper of the remedy ; ' Tis the high gift of all that best agrees With our soiled nature and its sovereign cry , Forgiveness - restoration ...
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... come Can move thee like thy own upbraiding heart Whispering thou hast returned upon thy doom - To pierce thy Saviour with a newer dart . Ingratitude ! that word Heaven's self might dim ! God means thee well - wilt thou mean ill to Him ...
... come Can move thee like thy own upbraiding heart Whispering thou hast returned upon thy doom - To pierce thy Saviour with a newer dart . Ingratitude ! that word Heaven's self might dim ! God means thee well - wilt thou mean ill to Him ...
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... come Into this orb . So strive we in our thirst ― - To drink Heaven's air , which pains us at the first . XXXII . His banner over me was love . " Cant . ii . 4 . He who loves best knows most . Then why should I Let my tired thoughts so ...
... come Into this orb . So strive we in our thirst ― - To drink Heaven's air , which pains us at the first . XXXII . His banner over me was love . " Cant . ii . 4 . He who loves best knows most . Then why should I Let my tired thoughts so ...
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ABOU BEN ADHEM Alphonse De Lamartine angel beauty behold beneath Bernard Barton bless blesséd blest bliss bosom breast breath bright calm cheerful child Christ clouds dark dead dear death deep divine dost doth doubt dream dust E'en earth earthly Elizabeth Barrett Browning Epes Sargent eternal eyes fair faith Father fear feel flowers forever gloom glorious glory God's grace grave grief happy harvest ended hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope Horace Smith human immortal John Sterling life's light live look Lord mercy mind morning mortal Nature Nature's never night o'er old minster pain peace perish praise prayer Psalm rest Ring Saviour seraphs shine silent skies smile sorrow soul sphere spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things Thomas Hood Thou art Thou hast thought throne trembling trust truth unto virtue voice wandering weary weep wings wisdom word
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Page 80 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's immensity ! Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage ! thou eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep Haunted for ever by the eternal mind — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest, On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Page 116 - STRONG Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove...
Page 77 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Page 84 - I have seen A curious Child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped Shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, — sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the Monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native Sea.
Page 169 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Page 248 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 90 - 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-labor, light denied ?
Page 89 - Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night...
Page 312 - Give to the winds thy fears ; Hope, and be undismayed; God hears thy sighs and counts thy tears, God shall lift up thy head. Through waves and clouds and storms He gently clears thy way; Wait thou His time, so shall this night Soon end in joyous day.
Page 170 - tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes there must be joy.