The Life and Writings of Bishop Heber: The Great Missionary to Calcutta, the Scholar, the Poet, and the Christian

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A. Colby & Company, 1861 - Missionaries - 348 pages
 

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Page 334 - Memory and her siren daughters, but by devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases.
Page 337 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
Page 152 - BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us Thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid. 2 Cold on His cradle the dewdrops are shining ; Low lies His head with the beasts of the stall: Angels adore Him in slumber reclining, Maker, and Monarch, and Savior of all!
Page 343 - How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him that bringeth good tidings, that publisheth peace; that bringeth good tidings of good, that publisheth salvation; that saith unto Zion, Thy God reigneth!
Page 38 - BENEATH our feet and o'er our head Is equal warning given ; Beneath us lie the countless dead, Above us is the heaven.
Page 318 - God with all his heart, with all his soul, and with all his strength...
Page 152 - Say, shall we yield Him, in costly devotion, Odors of Edom, and offerings divine, Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, Myrrh from the forest or gold from the mine?
Page 115 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ? In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown, The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone.
Page 115 - From Greenland's icy mountains ; From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river ; From many a palmy plain ; They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Page 117 - THEY sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity.

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