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... sweet harps strung . By Woman , then , though sometimes cometh sorrow , ( And who of mortals is exempt from this ? ) By Woman's love , besides the hope of morrow , There's full fruition of the present bliss . She , in life's sunshine ...
... sweet harps strung . By Woman , then , though sometimes cometh sorrow , ( And who of mortals is exempt from this ? ) By Woman's love , besides the hope of morrow , There's full fruition of the present bliss . She , in life's sunshine ...
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... sweet service . He , I saw- Blest necromancer- had infused his soul Into the soul of each , and each as one , Gave voice , -one master spirit moving all . - It speeds devotion , when intelligence And skill , and piety , in concord join ...
... sweet service . He , I saw- Blest necromancer- had infused his soul Into the soul of each , and each as one , Gave voice , -one master spirit moving all . - It speeds devotion , when intelligence And skill , and piety , in concord join ...
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... sweet portion in the soul , And shall , as countless ages roll . CHARITY . " Go , heal the sick , go , raise the dead , " The Saviour to the Seventy said ; — - They straightway spread abroad the flame Of sacred Mercy , in his name ...
... sweet portion in the soul , And shall , as countless ages roll . CHARITY . " Go , heal the sick , go , raise the dead , " The Saviour to the Seventy said ; — - They straightway spread abroad the flame Of sacred Mercy , in his name ...
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... Sweet Evening ! whose delightful air Already scents of Sabbath gales ; Refresh me ! cheer me ! and repair The vigor that so often fails ; And fit me for the morrow's toil In gardens where the soul inhales Rich fragrance , gathering ...
... Sweet Evening ! whose delightful air Already scents of Sabbath gales ; Refresh me ! cheer me ! and repair The vigor that so often fails ; And fit me for the morrow's toil In gardens where the soul inhales Rich fragrance , gathering ...
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... Sweet Spirit ! comfort me . Litany , by Robert Herrick . WHO of our mortal race is he , So firmly fixed by fortune's power , That from the shock he's counted free , Of tossing waves , in trouble's hour ? Let him still clasp his fancied ...
... Sweet Spirit ! comfort me . Litany , by Robert Herrick . WHO of our mortal race is he , So firmly fixed by fortune's power , That from the shock he's counted free , Of tossing waves , in trouble's hour ? Let him still clasp his fancied ...
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Page 67 - And when he had made a scourge of small cords, he drove them all out of the temple, and the sheep, and the oxen ; and poured out the changers...
Page 116 - Go to now, ye that say, To-day or to-morrow we will go into such a city and continue there a year, and buy and sell, and get gain : whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life ? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away. For that ye ought to say, If the Lord will, we shall live, and do this, or that.
Page 143 - Mars' hill, and said, Ye men of Athens, I perceive that in all things ye are too superstitious. For as I passed by, and beheld your devotions, I found an altar with this inscription, TO THE UNKNOWN GOD. Whom therefore ye ignorantly worship, him declare I unto you.
Page 289 - There is a home for weary souls, By sin and sorrow driven ; When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise, and ocean rolls. And all is drear but heaven...
Page 69 - Arise, O Lord, into thy rest; thou, and the ark of thy strength. Let thy priests be clothed with righteousness; and let thy saints shout for joy.
Page 287 - Like to the falling of a star, Or as the flights of eagles are, Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue, Or silver drops of morning dew, Or like a wind that chafes the flood, Or bubbles which on water stood: Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night.
Page 17 - Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For Him who groaned beneath your load ; He shed a thousand drops for you, — A thousand drops of richer blood.
Page 164 - So Moses the servant of the Lord died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the Lord. And he buried him in a valley in the Land of Moab, over against Bethpeor; but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
Page 275 - Well then (said he) if you have no regard for yourself, I have much regard for you. You will be ruined and lost if you do not begin to be a good girl ; and if you will not humble yourself, I must humble myself, and make a beginning for you.
Page 32 - In the hour of my distress, When temptations me oppress, And when I my sins confess, Sweet Spirit, comfort me! When I lie within my bed, Sick in heart, and sick in head, And with doubts discomforted, Sweet Spirit, comfort me!