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... has the dying Christian conclud- ed those songs of praise in the house of his pilgrimage , which he hoped to resume in the mansions of glory . CONTENTS . PAGE Abdul Musseeh's hymn Affliction end of 115 viii . PREFACE .
... has the dying Christian conclud- ed those songs of praise in the house of his pilgrimage , which he hoped to resume in the mansions of glory . CONTENTS . PAGE Abdul Musseeh's hymn Affliction end of 115 viii . PREFACE .
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... Praise and prayer 292 Prayer , an evening 158 Prisoner , contented 250 Prodigal son 175 Protection , divine 191 Protestant lady in France 278 Protestants , massacre of at Paris 224 Providence and grace , gifts of trust in Provident ...
... Praise and prayer 292 Prayer , an evening 158 Prisoner , contented 250 Prodigal son 175 Protection , divine 191 Protestant lady in France 278 Protestants , massacre of at Paris 224 Providence and grace , gifts of trust in Provident ...
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... praise . And shall I from my chamber go , Or any work presume to do , Before I've sought the God of heaven , And my first morning tribute given . Come then , my soul , awake and pray , And praise thy Maker ev'ry day ; Bless Him for ...
... praise . And shall I from my chamber go , Or any work presume to do , Before I've sought the God of heaven , And my first morning tribute given . Come then , my soul , awake and pray , And praise thy Maker ev'ry day ; Bless Him for ...
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... praise avert it ? -Thou my all ! My theme ! My inspiration ! and my crown ! My strength in age ! My rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition , pleasure , wealth ! My world ! My light in darkness ! and my life in death ! My boast in time ...
... praise avert it ? -Thou my all ! My theme ! My inspiration ! and my crown ! My strength in age ! My rise in low estate ! My soul's ambition , pleasure , wealth ! My world ! My light in darkness ! and my life in death ! My boast in time ...
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... praise . Each tree that lifts its head on high , Speaks of what God has given , The tree whose leaves shall never die , " The tree of Life " in Heaven . The beauteous flowers , so fresh and fair , They have their voices too , - God ...
... praise . Each tree that lifts its head on high , Speaks of what God has given , The tree whose leaves shall never die , " The tree of Life " in Heaven . The beauteous flowers , so fresh and fair , They have their voices too , - God ...
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Page 306 - 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 63 - THE bird that soars on highest wing Builds on the ground her lowly nest ; And she that doth most sweetly sing Sings in the shade when all things rest. In lark and nightingale we see What honour hath humility. When Mary chose the better part, She meekly sat at Jesus' feet ; And Lydia's gently-opened heart Was made for God's own temple meet.
Page 145 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place : Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools who came to scoff remained to pray.
Page 198 - 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 145 - 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 116 - Pilgrim, burthen'd with thy sin, " Come the way to Zion's gate, " There, till Mercy let thee in, " Knock and weep and watch and wait. " Knock! — He knows the sinner's cry: " Weep ! — He loves the mourner's tears : " Watch ! — for saving grace is nigh : " Wait, — till heavenly light appears. " Hark ! it is the Bridegroom's voice ; " Welcome, pilgrim, to thy rest...
Page 58 - He is the happy man, whose life e'en now Shows somewhat of that happier life to come ; Who, doom'd to an obscure but tranquil state, Is pleased with it, and, were he free to choose, Would make his fate his choice; whom peace, the fruit Of virtue, and whom virtue, fruit of faith, Prepare for happiness ; bespeak him one Content indeed to sojourn while he must Below the skies, but having there his home.
Page 165 - THE BIRD, LET LOOSE. (AIR. — BEETHOVEN. ) THE bird, let loose in eastern skies,* 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 129 - 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.
Page 156 - 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.