The solace of song, short poems suggested by a continental tour [by C.J. Latrobe].

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Seite 13 - For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again; neither doth God respect any person: yet doth he devise means, that his banished be not expelled from him.
Seite 98 - Although my house be not so with God; yet He hath made with me an everlasting covenant, ordered in all things, and sure: for this is all my salvation, and all my desire, although He make it not to grow.
Seite xii - For what hath man of all his labour, and of the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath laboured under the sun? For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night.
Seite 207 - Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness ; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!
Seite 44 - Thou art become guilty in thy blood that thou hast shed; and hast defiled thyself in thine idols which thou hast made; and thou hast caused thy days to draw near, and art come even unto thy years: therefore have I made thee a reproach unto the heathen, and a mocking to all countries.
Seite 127 - ... Thoughts clothed in mystic might, That He, who rules in heaven above, Loves me, his child, — for He is Love. One hour upon this lonely shore, Where Paul before me trod, Hath lent me wings in hope to soar, And commune with my God : Oh would this fresh'ning southern breeze, That murmurs gently thro' the trees, And spreads their scents abroad, Bear hither, as my longings rise, The loaded gales of Paradise ! What is Life's course, by day and night, But an unstable sea, Now wrestling in malicious...
Seite 188 - mill such a goodly band ! " They know each want, they know each grief, They throng with me His mercy's throne, With me they kneel to urge relief, My nearest woes they claim their own : They cheer my soul with many a sign, Each doubt repress, and hush each fear; Sweet smile in every smile of mine| And weep in every gushing tear. " One is our object — one our aim, Whene'er a sacred rite I pay ; They own with me the Saviour's name, They own with me the Saviour's day ! While they my feeble service...
Seite 102 - Rhegium; and after one day the south wind blew, and we came the next day to Puteoli, where we found brethren, and were desired to tarry with them seven days; and so we went toward Rome. And from thence, when the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum and the Three Taverns; whom when Paul saw, he thanked God and took courage.
Seite 125 - Yea, tho' thou foam above, below, Thy bounds are set — thus far may'st go, Farther thou may'st not dare : * In vain thy billows course their way — Saved are the souls ! Disgorge thy prey ! And yet, methinks, when Paul once more Sought thy rude waves to greet, The rippling waters coursed the shore, To kiss his sainted feet — But he nor trusted thee, nor feared ; Not at thy...
Seite 185 - It is his own. His Sabbath-day, His voice is busy in my heart — I must from earthly thoughts away, And go to muse with him apart ! Tho' in my soul the weight of woe, And on my brow the lines of care, He would not now His grace bestow, Did He design to spurn my prayer.

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