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... Where is not Thy salvation's glory thrown ? - In heaven Thou wert- to earth Thou camest down — Hell was dissolved before Thee . The vast tear Of all creation Thou away didst clear , And turn 4 * CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . 41.
... Where is not Thy salvation's glory thrown ? - In heaven Thou wert- to earth Thou camest down — Hell was dissolved before Thee . The vast tear Of all creation Thou away didst clear , And turn 4 * CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . 41.
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... more than feed the honey bee ; Nothing dies in itself . Only unloose In Christ Creation's eye- thy filmy sight , - And thou on earth shalt choose thy place aright . LVIII . " I will glory of the things which CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . 59.
... more than feed the honey bee ; Nothing dies in itself . Only unloose In Christ Creation's eye- thy filmy sight , - And thou on earth shalt choose thy place aright . LVIII . " I will glory of the things which CHAUNCEY HARE TOWNSHEND . 59.
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H. C. Foster. LVIII . " I will glory of the things which concern mine infirmities . " 2 Corinthians , xi . 30 . HE , who did boast his own infirmities As his best right , in this my rule shall be ; Lord , in Thy sight , I have no other ...
H. C. Foster. LVIII . " I will glory of the things which concern mine infirmities . " 2 Corinthians , xi . 30 . HE , who did boast his own infirmities As his best right , in this my rule shall be ; Lord , in Thy sight , I have no other ...
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... glory , and the dews a balm . LX . " Fire and hail , snow and vapours - stormy wind fulfilling his word . " Psalm cxlviii . 8 . THERE are who deem the earthquake and the storm Fulfilments of that dread mysterious curse , Which God ...
... glory , and the dews a balm . LX . " Fire and hail , snow and vapours - stormy wind fulfilling his word . " Psalm cxlviii . 8 . THERE are who deem the earthquake and the storm Fulfilments of that dread mysterious curse , Which God ...
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... glory of her consummation . RELIGIOUS DIFFERENCES . YEA , we do differ , differ still we must , For language is the type of thought , and thought The slave of sense ; and sense is only fraught With cheques and tokens taken upon trust ...
... glory of her consummation . RELIGIOUS DIFFERENCES . YEA , we do differ , differ still we must , For language is the type of thought , and thought The slave of sense ; and sense is only fraught With cheques and tokens taken upon trust ...
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Page 79 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
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 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.
Page 257 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Page 199 - Fool'd by these rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed, without be rich no more : So shalt thou feed...
Page 330 - In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer.
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 87 - And joy its own security. And they a blissful course may hold Even now, who, not unwisely bold, Live in the spirit of this creed ; Yet seek thy firm support, according to their need. I, loving freedom, and untried ; No sport of every random gust, Yet being to myself a guide...
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-labour, light denied?