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Page 88 - O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Reveal'd, and God's eternal day be thine ! The seas shall waste, the skies in smoke decay, Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away ; But fix'd his word, his saving power remains; Thy realm for ever lasts, thy own MESSIAH reigns !" My dear children, make this king of Zion your friend, by sweetly submitting to the sceptre of his grace.
Page 2 - BBOWN, of the said district, hath deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof he claims as author, in the words following, to wit : " Sertorius : or, the Roman Patriot.
Page 98 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
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Page 83 - Oh, no, little lady, for do you not see Those must work who would prosper and thrive? If I play, they would call me a sad idle bee, And perhaps turn me out of the hive. Stop, stop little ant, do not run off so fast, Wait with me a little and play; I hope I shall find a companion at last. You are not so busy as they.
Page 104 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast, heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord ! art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Page 90 - How lov'd, how honour'd once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot ; A heap of dust alone remains of thee, 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be ! Poets themselves must fall, like those they sung, Deaf the prais'd ear, and mute the tuneful tongue.
Page 95 - I shine upon the trees and the houses, and upon the water ; and every thing looks sparkling and beautiful when I shine upon it. I give you light, and I give you heat, for I make it warm. I make the fruit ripen, and the corn ripen. If I did not shine upon the fields and upon the gardens, nothing would grow. I am up very high in the sky, higher than all trees, higher than the clouds, higher than every thing.