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... Light The Reprenly Canaan . The Daist The Missionary's Farewell to Eng- land $ Se 88 Charity དྭེ ཡྻཱནྡྷསྶ ཙ ཝཏྟན Love to the Nouse at Dod & The Restoration of Israel Puture Hopes Scotland 57 64 65 8288888RPOEZESIE KNUNES 282 282 ...
... Light The Reprenly Canaan . The Daist The Missionary's Farewell to Eng- land $ Se 88 Charity དྭེ ཡྻཱནྡྷསྶ ཙ ཝཏྟན Love to the Nouse at Dod & The Restoration of Israel Puture Hopes Scotland 57 64 65 8288888RPOEZESIE KNUNES 282 282 ...
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... Light . 31 The Heavenly Canaan ... 33 The Daisy 34 The Missionary's Farewell to Eng- a 35 land Charity .. 36 Prayer 38 The Restoration of Israel 39 Future Hopes 57 60 61 62 63 64 65 67 67 68 69 72 73 74 76 76 77 78 79 80 41 Scotland 81 ...
... Light . 31 The Heavenly Canaan ... 33 The Daisy 34 The Missionary's Farewell to Eng- a 35 land Charity .. 36 Prayer 38 The Restoration of Israel 39 Future Hopes 57 60 61 62 63 64 65 67 67 68 69 72 73 74 76 76 77 78 79 80 41 Scotland 81 ...
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... lights up the secret mine , And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ; Is it there , sweet mother , that better land ? Not there , not there , my child ! Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep song of ...
... lights up the secret mine , And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand ; Is it there , sweet mother , that better land ? Not there , not there , my child ! Eye hath not seen it , my gentle boy ! Ear hath not heard its deep song of ...
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... lights thy path no more ! Lord , thou didst love Jerusalem ! Once she was all thy own ; Her love thy fairest heritage , Her power thy glory's throne . Till evil came and blighted Thy long - loved olive tree , And Salem's shrines were ...
... lights thy path no more ! Lord , thou didst love Jerusalem ! Once she was all thy own ; Her love thy fairest heritage , Her power thy glory's throne . Till evil came and blighted Thy long - loved olive tree , And Salem's shrines were ...
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... light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery ...
... light ! There woman's voice flows forth in song , Or childhood's tale is told , Or lips move tunefully along Some glorious page of old . The cottage homes of England ! By thousands on her plains , They are smiling o'er the silvery ...
Common terms and phrases
angel Art Thou ask'd beauty behold beneath beneath the sky BERNARD BARTON bless blest bliss bloom breath breeze bright celestial child dead dear death deep delight DESCRIPTIVE POETRY dust to dust dwell Earth to earth earthly eternal fair Father Father's Name flood flowers glorious glory grace grave green happiest happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy homes of England hour humble Israel Jesus Learn to labour life's light live Lord loves me best MILLENNIAL SABBATH mountains moving heart night night into morning o'er pass'd path peace perfect bliss praise pray prayer reign rest rise round sabbath bell sacred Saviour's shine shore sleep smile song soul Speak gently spirit star by star storm stormy tempests blow strange hills sweet tear tell thee thine Thou art thought throne Thy neighbour toil tomb trees Twas voice
Popular passages
Page 73 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, meet nurse for a poetic child, • land of brown heath and shaggy wood, land of the mountain and the flood, land of my sires!
Page 33 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white, then melts forever; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tam maun ride; That hour, o...
Page 34 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal ; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Page 37 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
Page 43 - They sin who tell us love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In heaven ambition cannot dwell, Nor avarice in the vaults of hell; Earthly these passions of the earth, They perish where they have their birth. But love is indestructible— Its holy flame for ever burneth ; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth.