 | Glenn C. Wilcox - 1993 - 366 Seiten
...every prospect please*, And only man is vile ; In vain, with lavish kindness. The gifts of God ore strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. 3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we, to men benighted, The lamp of... | |
 | John Wolffe - 2002 - 338 Seiten
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 | Gerald Parsons - 1993 - 276 Seiten
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 | Edmund Gosse - 1994 - 248 Seiten
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 | Josna Pankhania - 1994 - 167 Seiten
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 | Lois R. Kuznets - 1994 - 280 Seiten
...wood" (94). She quotes the hymn sung at the missionaries' service, "In vain with lavish kindness I The Gifts of God are strown, / The heathen in his blindness / Bows down to wood and stone, " and comments, "But I felt that this hymn could teach me little after my experiences on the Island."... | |
 | 1994 - 270 Seiten
...plain, They call us to de - liv - er Their land from error's chain, pleases, And on - ly man is rile : In vain with lavish kindness, The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen in hi« UlmlJSfci, Bow» down to wood and stone. Tv-fc- ' — ^ -fcr _ -if _ _ ' ^-h- _ " >• t> I EU... | |
 | William J. Petersen, Randy Petersen - 1995 - 772 Seiten
...the spicy breezes, Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle; Though ev'ry prospect pleases. And only man is vile? In vain, with lavish kindness, The gifts of God are...heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. Can we, whose souls are lighted By wisdom from on high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny?... | |
 | Robert Farrar Capon - 1995 - 388 Seiten
...history, caught on to the rather arrogant transactionalism that vitiated an otherwise noble movement. Can we whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on...high, Can we to men benighted The lamp of life deny? (1819) Fling out the banner! sin-sick souls That sink and perish in the strife, Shall touch in faith... | |
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What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile ; In vain, with lavish kindness, The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone. 
