The Bee: A Collection of Poems, Chiefly Designed for the Young |
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... twill come ; A thousand children , young as I , Are call'd by death to hear their doom . Let me improve the hours I have , Before the day of grace is fled ; There's no repentance in the grave , Nor pardon offer'd to the dead . Just as a ...
... twill come ; A thousand children , young as I , Are call'd by death to hear their doom . Let me improve the hours I have , Before the day of grace is fled ; There's no repentance in the grave , Nor pardon offer'd to the dead . Just as a ...
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... , Are harden'd in their crimes . ' Twill save us from a thousand snares To mind religion young , Grace will preserve our following years , And make our virtue strong . To thee , Almighty God , to thee Our childhood 56.
... , Are harden'd in their crimes . ' Twill save us from a thousand snares To mind religion young , Grace will preserve our following years , And make our virtue strong . To thee , Almighty God , to thee Our childhood 56.
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... Twill please us to look back , and see That our whole lives were thine . Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise Employ my youngest breath ; Thus I'm prepar'd for longer days , Or fit for early death . CONFIDENCE IN GOD . AUTHOR of good ...
... Twill please us to look back , and see That our whole lives were thine . Let the sweet work of pray'r and praise Employ my youngest breath ; Thus I'm prepar'd for longer days , Or fit for early death . CONFIDENCE IN GOD . AUTHOR of good ...
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... Twill be my turn to watch thy bed , And tears of sweet affection shed , My Mother . For God , who lives above the skies , Would look , with vengeance in his eyes , If I should ever dare despise , My Mother . MY FATHER . Who took me from ...
... Twill be my turn to watch thy bed , And tears of sweet affection shed , My Mother . For God , who lives above the skies , Would look , with vengeance in his eyes , If I should ever dare despise , My Mother . MY FATHER . Who took me from ...
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... Twill not continue long . Elisha's servant told a lie , In hopes to gain some gold : He knew his master was not by , And never would be told . But God with great displeasure sees , The money thus procured ; And for this sin , a sad ...
... Twill not continue long . Elisha's servant told a lie , In hopes to gain some gold : He knew his master was not by , And never would be told . But God with great displeasure sees , The money thus procured ; And for this sin , a sad ...
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Page 83 - 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 94 - If I am right, Thy grace impart Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, oh, teach my heart To find that better way!
Page 55 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Page 153 - From all that dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through every land, by every tongue. 2. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord ; Eternal truth attends thy word : Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
Page 154 - Mercies, O my God, My rising Soul surveys; Transported with the View, I'm lost In Wonder, Love, and Praise. W! O how shall Words with equal Warmth The Gratitude declare That glows within my Ravish'd Heart ! But thou canst read it there. Thy Providence my Life sustain'd And all my Wants redrest, When in the silent Womb I lay, And hung upon the Breast.
Page 115 - And darkness and doubt are now flying away, No longer I roam in conjecture forlorn : So breaks on the traveller, faint and astray, The bright and the balmy effulgence of morn. See truth, love, and mercy, in triumph descending, And nature all glowing in Eden's first bloom ! On the cold cheek of death smiles and roses are blending, And beauty immortal awakes from the tomb ! EARLY PIETY.
Page 174 - The hand that gave it, still supplies The gracious light and heat ; His truths upon the nations rise, They rise, but never set. 4 Let everlasting thanks be thine, For such a bright display, As makes a world of darkness shine With beams of heavenly day.
Page 41 - Tis the voice of the sluggard ; I heard him complain, " You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again." As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides, and his shoulders, and his heavy head. "A little more sleep, and a little more slumber...
Page 67 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite 'day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Page 144 - For though in dreadful whirls we hung High on the broken wave, I knew thou wert not slow to hear, Nor impotent to save.