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Seite 182 - But the cormorant and the bittern shall possess it ; the owl also and the raven shall dwell in it : and he shall stretch out upon it the line of confusion, and the stones of emptiness.
Seite 266 - And our hearts feel they must not break. Far better they should sleep awhile Within the church's shade, Nor wake until new heaven, new earth, Meet for their new immortal birth For their abiding place be made, Than wander back to life, and lean On our frail love once more.
Seite 182 - And the streams thereof shall be turned into pitch, And the dust thereof into brimstone, And the land thereof shall become burning pitch. It shall not be quenched night nor day ; The smoke thereof shall go up for ever: From generation to generation it shall lie waste ; None shall pass through it for ever and ever.
Seite 266 - Far better they should sleep awhile Within the church's shade, Nor wake, until new heaven, new earth, Meet for their new immortal birth For their abiding-place be made, " Than wander back to life, and lean On our frail' love once more. 'T is sweet, as year by year we lose Friends out of sight, in faith to muse How grows in Paradise our store.
Seite 2 - More favour than you wot of. Mark the end. The Font did only, what was old, renew : The Caldron suppled, what was grown too hard : The Thorns did quicken, what was grown too dull : All did but strive to mend, what you had marr'd. Wherefore be cheer'd, and praise him to the full Each day, each hour, each moment of the week, Who fain would have you be, new, tender, quick.
Seite 289 - Surely goodness and mercy have followed me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
Seite 156 - And is there in God's world so drear a place Where the loud bitter cry is raised in vain? Where tears of penance come too late for grace, As on the uprooted flower the genial rain?
Seite 126 - Watch by our father Isaac's pastoral door — The birthright sold, the blessing lost and won, Tell, Heaven has wrath that can relent no more, The Grave, dark deeds that cannot be undone. * We barter life for pottage ; sell true bliss For wealth or power, for pleasure or renown ; Thus, Esau-like, our Father's blessing miss, Then wash with fruitless tears our faded crown.
Seite 163 - I know my crimes are heinous beyond expression,' replies the burdened soul, ' and I should, doubtless, give up my case as desperate, but that I have heard, of him, that he is able to save to the uttermost all that come unto God by him.
Seite 106 - Go, ye Cursed," God proclaims, And sinners plunge in endless flames, Think, O my soul, what mighty pain The damned sustain. Self-rage for breach of gracious laws, The worm of conscience which still gnaws, Confusion, terror, trembling, shame, And fierce self-blame. Heaven lost, the choice of torments sure, Souls tempered torments to endure ; Of sin a clear and bitter sense, And hate immense. All miseries which there o'erflow, Fill all capacities of woe ; Hope is for ever banished there, By black despair.