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Page 210 - OH ! think, that while you're weeping here, His hand a golden harp is stringing : And, with a voice serene and clear, His ransomed soul, without a tear, His Saviour's praise is singing. And think that all his pains are fled, His toils and sorrows closed forever; While He whose blood for man was shed Has placed upon his servant's head A crown that fadeth never. And think that in that awful day, When darkness sun and moon is shading, The form that 'midst its kindred clay Your trembling hands prepare...
Page 159 - Nor did one restless form disturb the seamen's house of prayer. I listened to the gospel's sound, amidst a scene so new, And saw at times the trickling tear a manly cheek bedew; I pray'd that He, who loves His own, might make that ark His care, And many souls be born within the seamen's house of prayer.
Page 96 - I'll turn me to it, Anxious all its depth to sound ; Let me humhly, closely, view it, Till I have the answer found. What is truth ? The only token Lent to guide our blinded race, Is the Word which God hath spoken By the heralds of his grace. Thence we learn how helpless strangers, Guilty rebels, such as we, May escape ten thousand dangers...
Page 207 - My little one, my fair one, thou canst not come to me, But nearer draws the numbered hour when I shall go to thee; And thou, perchance, with seraph smile, and golden harp in hand, May'st come the first to welcome me to our Emmanuel's land ! THE POWER OF FAITH.
Page 211 - midst its kindred clay, Your trembling hands prepare to lay, Shall rise to life unfading ! Then weep no more for him, who's gone Where sin and suffering ne'er shall enter ; But on that great High Priest alone, Who can for guilt like ours atone, Your own affections centre ! For thus, while round your lowly bier. Surviving friends are sadly bending, Your souls, like his, to Jesus dear, Shall wing their flight to yonder sphere, Faith lightest pinions lending. And thus, when to the silent tomb Your lifeless...
Page 210 - And think that, (in that awful day, When darkness sun and moon is shading,) The form that, 'midst its kindred clay, Your trembling hands prepare to lay, Shall rise to life unfading...
Page 97 - Midst the tears of Judah's daughters, Mocked, and numbered with the dead ! Yes, my soul ! thy lost condition Brought the gentle Saviour low ; Hast thou felt one hour's contrition For those sins which pierced Him so ? Dost thou bear the love thou owest For such proof of grace divine ? — Meek I answer, Lord ! Thou knowest That this heart is wholly Thine...
Page 222 - If in youth's unthinking day, Ere care had mark'd the brow, We trifled months and years away, Let us be wiser now : And, conscious of the mighty debt We to our Maker owe, No longer struggle to forget We reap but what we sow ! No ! Let us seek with holy dread, Through His exalted Son, A pardon for the year that's fled, And grace for that begun : Grace to improve the little hour For peace and safety given : Grace to resist temptation's power, And tread the path to heaven...
Page 204 - sa time, my dearest, When I shall lay me down by thee, And when of all, my babe shall be, That sleep around, the nearest...
Page 266 - Has watch'd the torrent's flow, Where, distant from its source on high, It sweeps the vale below, Then hast thou seen a silent force Pervade its current strong ; No sound, no ripple, marks its course, And yet it speeds along. "Tis noiseless thus, yet swift as thought The stream of time rolls by ; And thus, though man regards them not, His precious moments fly. A few brief days, in splendour bright, Yon glorious orb has shone ; Add next a few returns of night, And, lo ! a year is gone. Lord ! grant...

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