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Page 161 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem, But one alone the Saviour speaks — It is the star of Bethlehem...
Page 20 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep, There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish ; By a power to thee unknown, Thou canst never be alone ; Thou art wrapt as with a shroud, Thou art gathered in a cloud ; And for ever shalt thou dwell In the spirit of this spell.
Page 109 - Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage : If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, — Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.
Page 53 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 161 - When, marshalled on the nightly plain, The glittering host bestud the sky, One Star alone, of all the train, Can fix the sinner's wandering eye. Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Page 43 - Even such is Time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age and dust ; Who in the dark and silent grave, When we have wandered all our ways, Shuts up the story of our days : And from which earth, and grave, and dust, The Lord shall raise me up, I trust.
Page 142 - Within this awful volume lies The mystery of mysteries. Oh ! happiest they of human race, To whom our God has given grace, To hear, to read, to fear, to pray, To lift the latch, and force' the way ; But better had they ne'er been born, Who read to doubt, or read to scorn.
Page 99 - He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance with increase: this is also vanity.