The pleasures of religion, with other poems

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William Bremner, 1860 - 108 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 46 - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
Pàgina 79 - FROM every stormy wind that blows, From every swelling tide of woes, There is a calm, a sure retreat, 'Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads ; A place than all besides more sweet, It is the blood-bought mercy-seat.
Pàgina 45 - Rocks, dens, and caves ! but I in none of these Find place or refuge; and the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me, as from the hateful siege Of contraries; all good to me becomes Bane, and in heav'n much worse would be my state.
Pàgina 46 - Is lone as some volcanic isle; No torch is kindled at its blaze A funeral pile. The hope, the fear, the jealous care, The exalted portion of the pain And power of love, I cannot share, But wear the chain.
Pàgina 80 - There is a spot where spirits blend, Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; Though sundered far, by faith they meet Around one common mercy-seat. 4 There, there, on eagle wings we soar, And time, and sense seem all no more ; And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat...
Pàgina 61 - Thine was the mighty plan ; From Thee the work began; Away with praise of man ! Glory to God ! 3 Lo, what embattled foes, Stern in their hate, oppose God's holy word ! One for His...
Pàgina 79 - Tis found beneath the mercy-seat. 2 There is a place where Jesus sheds The oil of gladness on our heads ; A place than all beside more sweet ; It is the blood-stained mercy-seat.
Pàgina 80 - There, there on eagle wings we soar, And time and sense seem all no more And heaven comes down our souls to greet, And glory crowns the mercy-seat. O may my hand forget her skill, My tongue be silent, cold, and still, This bounding heart forget to beat, If I forget the mercy-seat.
Pàgina 62 - Word. 4 Onward shall be our course, Despite of fraud or force ; God is before : His word ere long shall run Free as the noon-day sun ; His purpose must be done : God bless His Word. Kcv. Hugh Stowcll (1799—1865), 1854- SI. alt, 465 "Lttthtrt kr Lifktl
Pàgina 81 - Whilst they are gathered there. Lord, for Thy day we bless Thy name ; Thy law has made it sure ; It stands from age to age the same, The birthright of the poor. Oh, may these first-fruits of our time, These Sabbath-seasons, be Bright steps up which our souls may climb, Till they are safe with Thee.

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