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Сторінка 334 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases.
Сторінка 115 - With wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny ? Salvation ! O salvation ! The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation Has learned Messiah's name. 4 Waft, waft, ye winds, His story; And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till, o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Сторінка 114 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Сторінка 152 - Cold on His cradle the dew-drops are shining, Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall ; Angels adore Him, in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all...
Сторінка 343 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Сторінка 37 - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given : Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven...
Сторінка 152 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning! Dawn on our darkness and lend us Thine aid! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid!
Сторінка 152 - Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine ? Gems of the mountain, and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine ? 4.
Сторінка 153 - Lo ! such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Сторінка 32 - Scott observed that, in the verses on Solomon's Temple, one striking circumstance had escaped him, namely, that no tools were used in its erection. Reginald retired for a few minutes to the corner of the room, and returned with the beautiful lines, — " No hammer fell, no ponderous axes rung, Like some tall palm the mystic fabric sprung.