A Real Treasure for the Pious MindJohn Babcock, 1797 - 96 стор. |
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... peace ; infopuch , that I may truly fay , to mourn for fin , is to weep for joy . Thefe pure and pleasant streams of confolation ( which is the worldlings wonder ) that flow and run in thofe cryaalrivers of eternal pleafare , at God's ...
... peace ; infopuch , that I may truly fay , to mourn for fin , is to weep for joy . Thefe pure and pleasant streams of confolation ( which is the worldlings wonder ) that flow and run in thofe cryaalrivers of eternal pleafare , at God's ...
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... peace , And fee my redeemer and die . I cannot , I cannot forbear Thefe paffionate longings for home ; O ! When fhall my fpirit be there ? O ! when will the meffenger come . 2. Thy nature I long to put on , Thine image on earth to ...
... peace , And fee my redeemer and die . I cannot , I cannot forbear Thefe paffionate longings for home ; O ! When fhall my fpirit be there ? O ! when will the meffenger come . 2. Thy nature I long to put on , Thine image on earth to ...
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... peace falutes mine ear ; Christ's lovely voice perfumes the air . Peace , troubl❜d foul , whofe plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the note of woe ; Ceafe thy complaint , fupprefs thy groan , And let thy tears forget to flow ...
... peace falutes mine ear ; Christ's lovely voice perfumes the air . Peace , troubl❜d foul , whofe plaintive moan Hath taught these rocks the note of woe ; Ceafe thy complaint , fupprefs thy groan , And let thy tears forget to flow ...
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... peaceful hours I then enjoy'd ! How fweet their mem'ry ftill ! But now I find an aching void , Which God alone can fill . Return , O holy Dove , return , Sweet meffenger of rest ! I hate the fins that make me mourn , That drove Thee ...
... peaceful hours I then enjoy'd ! How fweet their mem'ry ftill ! But now I find an aching void , Which God alone can fill . Return , O holy Dove , return , Sweet meffenger of rest ! I hate the fins that make me mourn , That drove Thee ...
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... peace and joy Unexpected ftorms destroy . 6. Dearest Saviour , call us foon To thine high eternal noon ; Never there fhall tempeft rife To conceal thee from our eyes : Satan fhall no more deceive , We no more thy 46 A Real Treafure.
... peace and joy Unexpected ftorms destroy . 6. Dearest Saviour , call us foon To thine high eternal noon ; Never there fhall tempeft rife To conceal thee from our eyes : Satan fhall no more deceive , We no more thy 46 A Real Treafure.
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Сторінка 62 - I might fly away to those happy seats; but the genius told me there was no passage to them, except through the gates of death that I saw opening every moment upon the bridge. The islands...
Сторінка 57 - I drew near with that reverence which is due to a superior nature; and as my heart was entirely subdued by the captivating strains I had heard, I fell down at his feet and wept. The Genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and...
Сторінка 33 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
Сторінка 59 - ... hundred. As I was counting the arches the genius told me that this bridge consisted at first of a thousand arches ; but that a great flood swept away the rest, and left the bridge in the ruinous condition I now beheld it. But tell me further, said he, what thou discoverest on it. I see multitudes of people passing over it...
Сторінка 60 - Some were looking up towards the heavens in a thoughtful posture, and in the midst of a speculation stumbled and fell out of sight. Multitudes were very busy in the pursuit of bubbles that glittered in their eyes and danced before them, but often when they thought themselves within the reach of them their footing failed and down they sunk.
Сторінка 58 - The genius smiled upon me with a look of compassion and affability that familiarized him to my imagination, and at once dispelled all the fears and apprehensions with which I approached him. He lifted me from the ground, and taking me by the hand, Mirza, said he, I have heard thee in thy soliloquies; follow me.
Сторінка 59 - ... them into the tide, and immediately disappeared. These hidden pit-falls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud, but many of them fell into them. They grew thinner towards the middle, but multiplied and lay closer together towards the end of the arches that were entire.
Сторінка 27 - Born Thy people to deliver, Born a child, and yet a King, Born to reign in us for ever, Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
Сторінка 59 - There were indeed some persons, but their number was very small, that continued a kind of hobbling march on the broken arches, but fell through one after another, being quite tired and spent with so long a walk.
Сторінка 57 - Surely, said I, man is but a shadow, and life a dream. Whilst I was thus musing, I cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the habit of a shepherd, with a little musical instrument in his hand.