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... Christ , miracles of our all stilling the tempest the name of the resurrection of the way walking with weeping over Jerusalem Christian consolation departure of departing in peace happiness of 230 296 216 75 81 , 287 207 181 129 149 99 ...
... Christ , miracles of our all stilling the tempest the name of the resurrection of the way walking with weeping over Jerusalem Christian consolation departure of departing in peace happiness of 230 296 216 75 81 , 287 207 181 129 149 99 ...
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... Christ in all its quickening power , And lips , unstained by folly or by strife , Whose wisdom , drawn from the deep well of life , Tastes of its healthful origin , and flows , A sacred stream , to wash away our woes . Oh days of heaven ...
... Christ in all its quickening power , And lips , unstained by folly or by strife , Whose wisdom , drawn from the deep well of life , Tastes of its healthful origin , and flows , A sacred stream , to wash away our woes . Oh days of heaven ...
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... Christ's disciple ought . I've one day less my watch to keep , My foes to fear , my falls to weep ; I've one day less to see within Conflict , defeat , and doubt , and sin . I've one day less the road to tread , Where thorns abound and ...
... Christ's disciple ought . I've one day less my watch to keep , My foes to fear , my falls to weep ; I've one day less to see within Conflict , defeat , and doubt , and sin . I've one day less the road to tread , Where thorns abound and ...
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... better part Which cannot fade away ; Thy zeal for Christ a quenchless fire , Thy friends the men of peace , Thy heritage an angel's lyre , When earthly changes cease . D SUPPLICATION . " If we live in the Spirit , SACRED POETRY . 37.
... better part Which cannot fade away ; Thy zeal for Christ a quenchless fire , Thy friends the men of peace , Thy heritage an angel's lyre , When earthly changes cease . D SUPPLICATION . " If we live in the Spirit , SACRED POETRY . 37.
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... Christ o'er sinners weep , And shall our cheeks be dry ? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye . The Son of God in tears ! The angels , wondering , see : Hast thou no wonder , O my soul ? He shed those tears for ...
... Christ o'er sinners weep , And shall our cheeks be dry ? Let floods of penitential grief Burst forth from every eye . The Son of God in tears ! The angels , wondering , see : Hast thou no wonder , O my soul ? He shed those tears for ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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.