The Later Evangelical Fathers: John Thornton, John Newton, William Cowper, Thomas Scott, Richard Cecil, William Wilberforce, Charles Simeon, Henry Martyn, Josiah PrattSeeley, Jackson, & Halliday, 1879 - 356 страници |
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Страница 84 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
Страница 319 - Though ye have lien among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.
Страница 114 - Adieu !" At length, his transient respite past. His comrades, who before Had heard his voice in every blast, Could catch the sound no more ; For then, by toil subdued, he drank The stifling wave, and then he sank. No poet wept him : but the page Of narrative sincere, That tells his name, his worth, his age. Is wet with Anson's tear i And tears by bards or heroes shed, Alike immortalize the dead.
Страница 114 - Its semblance in another's case. No voice divine the storm allay'd, No light propitious shone, When, snatch'd from all effectual aid, We perish'd, each alone: But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he.
Страница 56 - JOY is a fruit that will not grow In nature's barren soil; All we can boast, till Christ we know, Is vanity and toil. But where the Lord has planted grace, And made His glories known; There fruits of heavenly joy and peace Are found, and there alone.
Страница 55 - Friend of sinners was His name ; Now, above all glory raised, He rejoices in the same. Still He calls them brothers, friends ; Still to all their wants attends. 4 Oh, for grace our hearts to soften ! Teach us, Lord, at length to love; We, alas ! forget too often What a friend we have above.
Страница 116 - His own love to blind him ; But gently led the blind along where breath and bird could find him, And wrought within his shattered brain such quick poetic senses As hills have language for, and stars, harmonious influences: The pulse of dew upon the grass kept his within its number, And silent shadows from the trees refreshed him like a slumber.
Страница 116 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.
Страница 91 - Through all the storms that veil the skies, And frown on earthly things, The Sun of Righteousness he eyes, With healing on his wings. Struck by that light, the human heart, A barren soil no more, Sends the sweet smell of grace abroad, Where serpents lurk'J before.* The soul a dreary province once Of Satan's dark domain, Feels a new empire form'd within, And owns a heavenly reign.
Страница 113 - Atlantic billows roared, When such a destined wretch as I, Washed headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home forever left. No braver chief could Albion boast Than he with whom he went, Nor ever ship left Albion's coast With warmer wishes sent. He loved them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine...