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" Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear! Ah! then my... "
The Home missionary magazine. July 1836-Dec. 1846 - Page 15
by Home missionary society - 1838
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The Edinburgh Christian magazine, Volumes 3-4

1852 - 784 pages
...word, 'Tis immortality. Here ie the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near Л t times to faith's illumin'd eye Thy golden gates appear ! My thirsty spirit faints...
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Poetical Works of James Montgomery: With a Memoir of the Author

James Montgomery, Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1853 - 926 pages
...word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear ! Ah ! then my spirit...
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An Excursion Among the Poets

H. C. Foster - English poetry - 1853 - 378 pages
...word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high ! Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to Faith's aspiring eye, Thy golden gates appear I Ah, then my spirit faints,...
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The Select Poetical Works of James Montgomery

James Montgomery - 1854 - 490 pages
...word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear ! Ah ! then my spirit...
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The Testimony of the Poets

Epes Sargent - Religious poetry, English - 1854 - 388 pages
...word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high ! Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to Faith's aspiring eye, Thy golden gates appear ! Ah, then my spirit faints,...
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The Guardian, Volume 5

Conduct of life - 1854 - 402 pages
...word, "Tie immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high ! Home of my soul ! how near At times to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear. Ah ! then my spirit faints...
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Glimpses of Heaven: or, Evening meditations [on the Book of Revelation] for ...

Maria Sandberg - Devotional calendars - 1857 - 220 pages
...— -'Tis immortality ! " Here in the body, pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home ! " My Father's house on high ! Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to faith's far-seeing eye, Thy golden gates appear ! " Ah ! then my spirit...
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Life of James Montgomery

Helen Cross Knight - 1857 - 458 pages
...dawns upon his soul : " Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. " My Father's house on high — Home of my soul — how near, At times, to Faith's foreseeing eye The golden gates appear I " Ah I then my spirit...
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Why Do I Live?

Thomas Smyth - Christian life - 1857 - 222 pages
...word, 'T is immortality. " Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. " My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times, to faith's foreseeing cyt, Thy golden gates appear ! " Ah, then my spirit...
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Hymns of the Church militant [ed. by A.B. Warner].

Anna Bartlett Warner - History - 1858 - 656 pages
...word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's far-seeing eye Thy golden gates appear ! Ah ! then my spirit faints...
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