The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical, Bind 45Samuel Johnson C. Bathurst, 1779 |
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... face . Why move my years in flow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the fpheres cleave , and mark my way To the fuperior íky . Dear Sovereign , break these vital ftrings That bind me to my clay ; Take me , Uriel , on thy wings , And ...
... face . Why move my years in flow delay ? O God of ages ! why ? Let the fpheres cleave , and mark my way To the fuperior íky . Dear Sovereign , break these vital ftrings That bind me to my clay ; Take me , Uriel , on thy wings , And ...
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... face ? Who can behold the blazing light ? Who can approach consuming flame ? None but thy wisdom knows thy might ; None but thy word can speak thy name . THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST . " SHEPHERDS , rejoice , lift up your eyes , " And fend ...
... face ? Who can behold the blazing light ? Who can approach consuming flame ? None but thy wisdom knows thy might ; None but thy word can speak thy name . THE NATIVITY OF CHRIST . " SHEPHERDS , rejoice , lift up your eyes , " And fend ...
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... face ; When he descends within my view , He charms my reafon to pursue , But leaves it tir'd and fainting in th ' unequal chace . Or if I reach unusual height Till near his prefence brought , There floods of glory check my flight ...
... face ; When he descends within my view , He charms my reafon to pursue , But leaves it tir'd and fainting in th ' unequal chace . Or if I reach unusual height Till near his prefence brought , There floods of glory check my flight ...
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... face ; Confus'd and difmal were the cries , Let Moses speak , or Israel dies Mofes the spreading terror feels , No more the Man of God conceals His fhivering and furprize : Yet , with recovering mind , commands Silence , and deep ...
... face ; Confus'd and difmal were the cries , Let Moses speak , or Israel dies Mofes the spreading terror feels , No more the Man of God conceals His fhivering and furprize : Yet , with recovering mind , commands Silence , and deep ...
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... face . O God of Glory , God of Love , Thou art the fun that makes our days : With all thy fhining works above , Let earth and duft attempt thy praise . THE WELCOME MESSENGER . L ORD , when we fee a faint of thine Lie gasping out his ...
... face . O God of Glory , God of Love , Thou art the fun that makes our days : With all thy fhining works above , Let earth and duft attempt thy praise . THE WELCOME MESSENGER . L ORD , when we fee a faint of thine Lie gasping out his ...
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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.