Hor¿ Lyric¿ and Divine Songs

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Little, Brown, 1854 - 348 pages

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Page xlix - As may express them best ; though what if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought...
Page 327 - tis to see A whole assembly worship Thee ! At once they sing, at once they pray ; They hear of heaven, and learn the way. I have been there, and still would go, 'Tis like a little heaven below ; Not all my pleasure and my play Shall tempt me to forget this day.
Page 319 - And labours hard to store it well With the sweet food she makes. In works of labour or of skill I would be busy too; For Satan finds some mischief still For idle hands to do. In books, or work, or healthful play, Let my first years be past ; That I may give for every day Some good account at last.
Page lxxxvii - It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: that bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
Page 344 - How much better thou'rt attended Than the- Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee...
Page 17 - Here the whole Deity is known ; Nor dares a creature guess, — Which of the glories brightest shone, The justice, or the grace.
Page 297 - There's not a plant or flower below, But makes thy glories known; And clouds arise and tempests blow By order from thy throne. 6 Creatures as numerous as they be, Are subject to thy care; There's not a place where we can flee, But God is present there.
Page 303 - God, with wonder and with praise On all thy works I look; But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, Shine brightest in thy book.
Page 314 - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so ; Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too.
Page lxxiii - Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.

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