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... silence reigns : That our own heart , stilling our throbbing veins , And only with its own assurance fed , May be itself Thy answer and abode , O tender , palpitating heart of God ! XIV . " In my Father's house are many mansions ...
... silence reigns : That our own heart , stilling our throbbing veins , And only with its own assurance fed , May be itself Thy answer and abode , O tender , palpitating heart of God ! XIV . " In my Father's house are many mansions ...
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... silence every day When we from sin or sorrow turn away , Or tell our bosoms ' tis no longer time For penitence . Yet hear this truth , o'erawed , say there is no hope , expunges God ! Το XXII . " The wrath of man worketh not the 36 ...
... silence every day When we from sin or sorrow turn away , Or tell our bosoms ' tis no longer time For penitence . Yet hear this truth , o'erawed , say there is no hope , expunges God ! Το XXII . " The wrath of man worketh not the 36 ...
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... silent air Oft saw the worship of the Son of God , Some rock His pulpit ; yet His steps , too , trod The temple's pavement . Daily His repair Was to the shrine where dwelt God's honour fair , And there He taught ; and , from that dread ...
... silent air Oft saw the worship of the Son of God , Some rock His pulpit ; yet His steps , too , trod The temple's pavement . Daily His repair Was to the shrine where dwelt God's honour fair , And there He taught ; and , from that dread ...
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... silent in these latter days ? And hath our heavenly Sire departed quite , And left His poor babes in this world alone , And only left for blind belief- not sight - - Some quaint old riddles in a tongue unknown ? Oh ! think it not ...
... silent in these latter days ? And hath our heavenly Sire departed quite , And left His poor babes in this world alone , And only left for blind belief- not sight - - Some quaint old riddles in a tongue unknown ? Oh ! think it not ...
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... for foul wrong and undeserved disgrace , Poor Hagar mourns her lost virginity ! Poor woman , fear not God is everywhere ; — Thy silent tears , thy thirsty infant's moan , Are known to Him , whose never - absent care HARTLEY COLERIDGE . 71.
... for foul wrong and undeserved disgrace , Poor Hagar mourns her lost virginity ! Poor woman , fear not God is everywhere ; — Thy silent tears , thy thirsty infant's moan , Are known to Him , whose never - absent care HARTLEY COLERIDGE . 71.
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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?