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... soon for us its earthly tent ; But not too soon for her returned To Him from whom it first was sent : Grave ! keep the ashes till redeemed from thee , This mortal puts on immortality . J. MONTGOMERY . CONFIDENCE IN GOD . " My times are ...
... soon for us its earthly tent ; But not too soon for her returned To Him from whom it first was sent : Grave ! keep the ashes till redeemed from thee , This mortal puts on immortality . J. MONTGOMERY . CONFIDENCE IN GOD . " My times are ...
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... shall never grieve thee more . Thou'rt nearer to that holy state , On which thou lovest to meditate ; Thou'rt nearer to that happy home ; Where all the ransomed soon shall come . 66 At even , HEALING AT SUNSET . when the SACRED POETRY . 35.
... shall never grieve thee more . Thou'rt nearer to that holy state , On which thou lovest to meditate ; Thou'rt nearer to that happy home ; Where all the ransomed soon shall come . 66 At even , HEALING AT SUNSET . when the SACRED POETRY . 35.
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... soon shall know , as I am known ; And see my Saviour face to face . And meet , rejoicing round his throne , The faithful souls made perfect there From earthly stains , from mortal care . MRS . SOUTHEY . AFFLICTION . II . Cor . iv . 17 ...
... soon shall know , as I am known ; And see my Saviour face to face . And meet , rejoicing round his throne , The faithful souls made perfect there From earthly stains , from mortal care . MRS . SOUTHEY . AFFLICTION . II . Cor . iv . 17 ...
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... soon decay , While like a leaf our bodies fade away . Time flies ! Death strikes ! Eternity appears , Rich with immortal joys , or filled with tears ; With joy to all , whose lively hopes rely On Him whose word produced the earth and ...
... soon decay , While like a leaf our bodies fade away . Time flies ! Death strikes ! Eternity appears , Rich with immortal joys , or filled with tears ; With joy to all , whose lively hopes rely On Him whose word produced the earth and ...
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... soon in that bright world above , Where angels tune their joyful lays , Mine ear shall hear the notes of love , My lip shall join the song of praise . " A THOUGHT IN AFFLICTION . WHAT though a cloud o'ershade my sight , Big with ...
... soon in that bright world above , Where angels tune their joyful lays , Mine ear shall hear the notes of love , My lip shall join the song of praise . " A THOUGHT IN AFFLICTION . WHAT though a cloud o'ershade my sight , Big with ...
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Сторінка 61 - Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day ; Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away : Change and decay in all around I see ; 0 Thou Who changest not, abide with me.
Сторінка 161 - When hastening fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam. But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way.
Сторінка 304 - THERE is no flock , however watched and tended , But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted ! Let us be patient ! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise.
Сторінка 141 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Сторінка 29 - But what to those who find ? Ah ! this Nor tongue nor pen can show : The love of Jesus, what it is, None but his loved ones know.
Сторінка 152 - Live while you live, the Epicure would say, And seize the pleasures of the present day. Live while you live, the sacred Preacher cries, And give to God each moment as it flies.
Сторінка 194 - One army of the living God, To his command we bow ; Part of the host have crossed the flood, And part are crossing now.
Сторінка 141 - But in his duty, prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all; And, as a bird each fond endearment tries To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Сторінка 224 - Not there, not there, my child! " Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy ; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair — Sorrow and death may not enter there : Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom, For beyond the clouds, and beyond the tomb, — It is there, it is there, my child!
Сторінка 127 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And ask them, what report they bore to heaven : And how they might have borne more welcome news.