The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 45Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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Side 55
... soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treafons , Prince of Grace ! The bloody Jews were traitors too , Yet thou haft pray'd for that curs'd race , Father , they know not what they do . " E 4 46 Great Great advocate ...
... soul , Wring through my eyes the briny tears . Forgive my treafons , Prince of Grace ! The bloody Jews were traitors too , Yet thou haft pray'd for that curs'd race , Father , they know not what they do . " E 4 46 Great Great advocate ...
Side 131
... Souls whom the tie of friendship binds , And partners of our blood , Seize a large portion of our minds , And leave the lefs for God . Nature has foft but powerful bands , And reafon fhe controls ; While children with their little hands ...
... Souls whom the tie of friendship binds , And partners of our blood , Seize a large portion of our minds , And leave the lefs for God . Nature has foft but powerful bands , And reafon fhe controls ; While children with their little hands ...
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... how thy faints unite their cries , And pray and wait the general doom ; Come , Thou , The Soul of all our Joys , Thou , The Defire of Nations , come . But Put thy bright robes of triumph on , And blefs LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 157.
... how thy faints unite their cries , And pray and wait the general doom ; Come , Thou , The Soul of all our Joys , Thou , The Defire of Nations , come . But Put thy bright robes of triumph on , And blefs LYRIC POEMS , Book I. 157.
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... land : We ken the heavenly fhore with longing eyes , There the dear wealth of fpirits lies , And beckoning angels stand . * Member of parliament for a port in Suffex . Το To Dr. THOMAS GIBSON . The Life of Souls . 172 POEM S. WATTS'S.
... land : We ken the heavenly fhore with longing eyes , There the dear wealth of fpirits lies , And beckoning angels stand . * Member of parliament for a port in Suffex . Το To Dr. THOMAS GIBSON . The Life of Souls . 172 POEM S. WATTS'S.
Side 173
... Souls . WIFT as the fun revolves the day SAVIE We haften to the dead , Slaves to the wind we puff away , And to the ground we tread . ' Tis air that lends us life , when first The vital bellows heave : Our flesh we borrow of the duft ...
... Souls . WIFT as the fun revolves the day SAVIE We haften to the dead , Slaves to the wind we puff away , And to the ground we tread . ' Tis air that lends us life , when first The vital bellows heave : Our flesh we borrow of the duft ...
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Side 312 - WHENE'ER I take my walks abroad, How many poor I see ! What shall I render to my God For all his gifts to me ? Not more than others I deserve, Yet God has given me more ; For I have food, while others starve, Or beg from door to door.
Side 345 - Nor provide against dangers in time. When death or old age shall stare in my face, What a wretch shall I be in the end of my days, If I trifle away all their prime...
Side 82 - Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of glory dies for men ! But lo ! what sudden joys we see ! Jesus the dead revives again ! 4 The rising God forsakes the tomb ! Up to his Father's court he flies ; Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skies.
Side 348 - Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, House and home, thy friends provide; All without thy care or payment: All thy wants are well supplied. How much better thou'rt attended Than the Son of God could be, When from heaven He descended And became a child like thee! Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay.
Side 145 - Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too! From sin and dust, to thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High.
Side 349 - Where they sought Him, there they found Him, With His virgin mother by. See the lovely babe a-dressing; Lovely infant, how He smiled!
Side 30 - Chained to His throne a volume lies, With all the fates of men; With every angel's form and size, Drawn by th
Side 318 - I lie ; Upward I dare not look; Pardon my sins before I die, And blot them from thy book. Remember all the dying pains That my Redeemer felt, And let his blood wash out my stains, And answer for my guilt.
Side 82 - Where's thy sting ?" And " Where's thy victory, boasting grave ?
Side 322 - Jesus, who reigns above the sky And keeps the world in awe, Was once a child as young as I, And kept his Father's law. At twelve years old he talk'd with men, (The Jews all wondering stand) Yet he obey'd his mother then, And came at her command.