Life and Letters of Elizabeth L. Comstock

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Headley Bros., 1895 - 511 Seiten
 

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Seite 276 - VITAL spark of heavenly flame ! Quit, oh, quit this mortal frame ! Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying : Oh, the pain, the bliss of dying ! Cease, fond nature ! cease thy strife, And let me languish into life ! Hark, they whisper ; angels say,
Seite 284 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Seite 269 - And they sing the song of Moses the servant of God, and the song of the Lamb, saying, Great and marvellous are thy works, Lord God Almighty; just and true are thy ways, thou King of saints.
Seite 276 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Seite 113 - Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there.
Seite 343 - And thou an angel's happiness shalt know, Shalt bless the earth while in the world above ; The good begun by thee shall onward flow In many a branching stream, and wider grow ; The seed that, in these few and fleeting hours, Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow, Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers, And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers.
Seite 263 - Wouldst thou from sorrow find a sweet relief ? Or is thy heart oppressed with woes untold ? Balm wouldst thou gather for corroding grief ? Pour blessings round thee like a shower of gold. — 'Tis when the rose is wrapt in many a fold Close to its heart, the worm is wasting there Its life and beauty ; not when, all unrolled, Leaf after leaf, its bosom, rich and fair, Breathes freely its perfumes throughout the ambient air.
Seite 274 - While the multitudes go by. You can chant in happy measure, As they slowly pass along; Though they may forget the singer, They will not forget the song.
Seite 351 - Then they cry unto the LORD in their trouble, And HE bringeth them out of their distresses. HE maketh the storm a calm, So that the waves thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet ; So HE bringeth them unto their desired haven.
Seite 412 - The voice at midnight came; He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.

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