Flowers of Zion: a selection of hymns and sacred poetry

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W.P. Kennedy, 1845 - Christian poetry, English - 287 pages
 

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Page 24 - Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Page 194 - There is an eye that never sleeps Beneath the wing of night; There is an ear that never shuts, When sink the beams of light.
Page 48 - 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...
Page 107 - And honored him midst shame and scorn. My friendship's utmost zeal to try, He asked if I for him would die; The flesh was weak, my blood ran chill, But the free spirit cried, "I will.
Page 115 - Sweet, In the confidence of faith, "To trust His firm decrees; Sweet to lie passive in His hands, And know no will but His...
Page 189 - The God of Abraham praise, At whose supreme command From earth I rise, and seek the joys At his right hand : I all on earth forsake, Its wisdom, fame, and power ; And him my only portion make, My shield and tower.
Page 85 - Judge not the preacher, for he is thy judge : If thou mislike him, thou conceiv'st him not. God calleth preaching folly. Do not grudge To pick out treasures from an earthen pot. The worst speak something good. If all want sense, God takes a text and preacheth patience.
Page 241 - While I am a pilgrim here, Let Thy love my spirit cheer; As my Guide, my Guard, my Friend, Lead me to my journey's end.
Page 91 - Sum up at night what thou hast done by day, And in the morning, what thou hast to do. Dress and undress thy soul ; mark the decay And growth of it : if with thy watch, that too Be down, then wind up both ; since we shall be Most surely judged, make thy accounts agree.
Page 63 - FATHER ! whate'er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at thy throne of grace. Let this petition rise : — 2 " Give me a calm, a thankful heart From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 " Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.

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