Horæ Lyricæ and Divine Songs

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Little, Brown, 1854 - 348 páginas
 

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Página 329 - tis to see A whole assembly worship Thee ! At once they sing, at once they pray ; They hear of heaven, and learn the way. I have been there, and still would go, 'Tis like a little heaven below ; Not all my pleasure and my play Shall tempt me to forget this day.
Página 321 - In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be past ; That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Página lxxxvii - It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: that bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
Página 317 - WHATEVER brawls disturb the street, There should be peace at home; Where sisters dwell and brothers meet Quarrels should never come. Birds in their little nests agree ; And 'tis a shameful sight, When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.
Página 17 - Here the whole Deity is known ; Nor dares a creature guess, — Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace.
Página 73 - Live for ever, wondrous King ! Born to redeem, and strong to save !" Then ask the monster, " Where's thy sting ?" And " Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?
Página 312 - To thee, Almighty God, to thee Our childhood we resign: 'Twill please us to look back and see That our whole lives were thine.
Página 316 - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too.
Página lxxiii - Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Página 343 - Just such is the Christian : his course he begins, Like the sun in a mist, while he mourns for his sins, And melts into tears ; then he breaks out and shines. And travels his heavenly way : But when he comes nearer to finish his race, Like a fine setting sun he looks richer in grace, And gives a sure hope at the end of his days Of rising in brighter array.

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