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... Whofe flowing glories know no ebb , No bounds thy happiness ? XXXIII . Ten thousand thoufand angel troops Thy majesty adore ; And with a word thou can't create Ten thousand thousand more . XXIV . Ev'n those with all their hymns of ...
... Whofe flowing glories know no ebb , No bounds thy happiness ? XXXIII . Ten thousand thoufand angel troops Thy majesty adore ; And with a word thou can't create Ten thousand thousand more . XXIV . Ev'n those with all their hymns of ...
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... whofe goodness is My parent , nurse and guide ? Whofe ftreams do water paradife , And all the world befide . IX . Thy mighty arm , O mighty King ! Both rocks and hearts can break : My God , thou canst do ev'ry thing But what wou'd fhew ...
... whofe goodness is My parent , nurse and guide ? Whofe ftreams do water paradife , And all the world befide . IX . Thy mighty arm , O mighty King ! Both rocks and hearts can break : My God , thou canst do ev'ry thing But what wou'd fhew ...
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... Whofe facred flow'r with fragrance fills the fkies , Th ' etherial spirit o'er its leaves fhall move , And on its top descends the mystic dove . Ye heav'ns ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in foft filence shed the kindly show'r ...
... Whofe facred flow'r with fragrance fills the fkies , Th ' etherial spirit o'er its leaves fhall move , And on its top descends the mystic dove . Ye heav'ns ! from high the dewy nectar pour , And in foft filence shed the kindly show'r ...
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... the counterscarp of life ; By flow degrees retires toward the heart , And fortifies that little fort With all the kind artillery of art ; Botanic legions guarding ev'ry port . But ¦ But death , whofe arms no mortal can repel ( 55 )
... the counterscarp of life ; By flow degrees retires toward the heart , And fortifies that little fort With all the kind artillery of art ; Botanic legions guarding ev'ry port . But ¦ But death , whofe arms no mortal can repel ( 55 )
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Seraph. ¦ But death , whofe arms no mortal can repel , A formal fiege disdains to lay , Summons his fierce battalions ... whofe juft fentence they must go To everlasting pains , and endless woe . IX . But the good man , whose foul is pure ...
Seraph. ¦ But death , whofe arms no mortal can repel , A formal fiege disdains to lay , Summons his fierce battalions ... whofe juft fentence they must go To everlasting pains , and endless woe . IX . But the good man , whose foul is pure ...
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Page 212 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 210 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Page 34 - Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers: Prepare the way! a God, a God appears! A God, a God! the vocal hills reply, The rocks proclaim th
Page 105 - FAR in a wild, unknown to public view, From youth to age a reverend hermit grew; The moss his bed, the cave his humble cell, His food the fruits, his drink the crystal well: Remote from man, with God he pass'd the days Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
Page 212 - Whispering new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars with deep amaze, Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence, And will not take their flight, For all the morning light, Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence; But in their glimmering orbs did glow, Until their Lord Himself bespake, and bid them go...
Page 213 - Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep, Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
Page 196 - Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Page 88 - Who God doth late and early pray, More of his grace than gifts to lend, And entertains the harmless day, With a religious book or friend. This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands, And having nothing, yet hath all.
Page 214 - Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould ; And Hell itself will pass away, And leave her dolorous mansions to the peering day.
Page 110 - The mean, suspicious wretch, whose bolted door Ne'er mov'd in duty to the wandering poor ; With him I left the cup, to teach his mind That Heaven can bless, if mortals will be kind.