 | David Phineas Adams, William Emerson, Samuel Cooper Thacher - 1806 - 788 pàgines
...be, supremely blest. In Beauty's arms. " Whate'er thy lot, Whoe'er thou be, — Confess thy folly,— kiss the rod, And in thy chastening sorrows see The...beneath his mighty hand. Prostrate his Providence adore ; 'Tisdone ! — Arise ! HE bids thee stand. To fall no more. " Now, Traveller in the vale of tears... | |
 | 1810 - 420 pàgines
...thou be, supremely blest In Beauty's arms* " What'er thy lot — whoe'er tliou be, Confess thy folly, kiss the rod, And in thy chastening sorrows see The...wounds to heal ! «• Humbled beneath his mighty band, Prostrate his Providence adore : Tb done !— Arise ! Hi bids thee stand, To Ml no more. " Now,... | |
 | Samuel Cooper Thacher, David Phineas Adams, William Emerson - 1806 - 788 pàgines
...supremely blest, In Beauty's arms. " Whate'er thy lot, Whoe'cf thou be, — Confess tJby folly, — kiss the rod, And in thy chastening sorrows see The...sake, He wounds to heal.! " Humbled beneath his mighty haftd, Prostrate his Providence adore ; 'Tis done !— Arise ! HE bids thee stand, To fall no more.... | |
 | 1806 - 650 pàgines
...supremely blest, In Beauty's' arms. " Whate'er Ihy lot,— Whoe'er thoa be,— Confess thy folly, — kiss the rod, And in thy chastening sorrows see The...sake. He wounds to heal' " Humbled beneath his mighty hind, Prostrate his Providence adore: Tis done! — Arise! HE bids thee sUnd. To fall no more. " Now,... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) - 1811 - 622 pàgines
...a sheltering port, A quiet home." " Whate'er thy lot, — Whoe'er thou be,-- Confess thy folly, — kiss the rod, And in thy chastening sorrows see The...heal! " Humbled beneath his mighty hand, Prostrate his 1'rovidence adore : Tis done ! — Arise ! HE bids thee stand, To fall no more. " Now, Traveller in... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1813 - 192 pàgines
...shall yet be blest In woman's love. 78 " Whate'er thy lot, — Whoe'er thou be,Confess thy folly, — kiss the rod, And in thy chastening sorrows see The...beneath his mighty hand, Prostrate his Providence adore : "Tig done ! — Arise ! HE bids dice stand, To fall no more. " Now, Traveller in the vale of tears... | |
 | Rodolphus Dickinson - 1815 - 214 pàgines
...Whate'er thy lot—whoe'er thou be* Confess thy folly, kiss the ;od. And in thy chastening sorrows see Tho hand of GOD. " A bruised reed he will not break, Afflictions...wounds them for his mercy's sake, He wounds to heal 1 " Humbled beneath his mighty hand, Prostrate his providence adore: Tis done !—Arise ! He bids thee... | |
 | Elizabeth C. Jones - 1819 - 60 pàgines
...he will not break, Affliction all bis children feel ; He wounds them for his mercy sake, He woands to heal. <* Humbled beneath his mighty hand, Prostrate...done ! arise ! he bids thee stand, To fall, no more." , Traveller, in the vale of tears, To realms of everlasting light, Through time's dark wilderness of... | |
 | Robert White ALMOND - 1819 - 204 pàgines
...thy breast to aim A surer blow ? 4. Whate'er thy lot, — Whoe'er thou be, — Confess thy folly, — kiss the rod, And in thy chastening sorrows see The hand of GOD. 5. A bruised reed he will not break; Afflictions all his children feel ; He wounds them, for his mercy's... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1820 - 594 pàgines
...sheltering port, A quiet home." " Whate'er thy lot, — Whoe'er thou be,— • Confess thy folly, — kiss the rod, And in thy chastening sorrows see The...Afflictions all his children feel ; He wounds them for his im-iey's sake, He wounds to heal ! " Humbled beneath his mighty hand, Prostrate his Providence adore... | |
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Whate'er thy lot — whoe'er thou be, Confess thy folly, — kiss the rod; And in thy chastening sorrows see The hand of God. "A bruised reed He will not break, — Afflictions all his children feel: He wounds them for his mercy's sake, • He wounds... 
