The Sources of Consolation in Human Life

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Roberts, 1892 - 437 páginas
 

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Página 60 - THE RAINY DAY. THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall,' And the day is dark and dreary.
Página 101 - One adequate support For the calamities of mortal life Exists — one only; an assured belief That the procession of our fate, howe'er Sad or disturbed, is ordered by a Being Of infinite benevolence and power; Whose everlasting purposes embrace All accidents, converting them to good.
Página 334 - What though in solemn silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice, nor sound, Amidst their radiant orbs be found. In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice; Forever singing as they shine, THE HAND THAT MADE US IS DIVINE.
Página 142 - And, behold, a woman in the city, which was a sinner, when she knew that Jesus sat at meat in the Pharisee's house, brought an alabaster box of ointment, and stood at his feet behind him weeping, and began to wash his feet with tears, and did wipe them with the hairs of her head, and kissed his feet, and anointed them with the ointment.
Página 98 - YE banks and braes o' bonnie Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair; How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary, fu' o
Página 357 - Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Página 270 - Speak to Him thou for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet — Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.
Página 85 - I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Página 156 - To speak; whereat their doubled ranks they bend From wing to wing, and half enclose him round With all his peers: attention held them mute. Thrice he assayed, and thrice in spite of scorn, Tears, such as Angels weep, burst forth...
Página 270 - THE sun, the moon, the Stars, the seas, the hills and the plains — Are not these, O Soul, the vision of Him who reigns ? Is not the Vision He ? tho...

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