This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 Excerpt: ...dost show Thy sun amid a drop of dew. And thus from sleep Thy saints upraise, To seek Thy face in prayer and praise. TROUBLE. ROM out the depths of misery I cry To Thee, O Lord, and that most earnestly; Prayers intermixed with sighs and tears My soul sends up into Thine ears. I pour out all my moan Before Thee, Thee ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1863 Excerpt: ...dost show Thy sun amid a drop of dew. And thus from sleep Thy saints upraise, To seek Thy face in prayer and praise. TROUBLE. ROM out the depths of misery I cry To Thee, O Lord, and that most earnestly; Prayers intermixed with sighs and tears My soul sends up into Thine ears. I pour out all my moan Before Thee, Thee alone, And for relief Show Thee my grief. Lord, when my troubled spirit could not rest For anguish of my mind, Thou knewest best What way to help me, and did see A path through all to set me free. Thy foes, and mine, do lay Snares for me, in my way One did privily In ambush lie. I looked on every side, but I could see None who would know, and much less succour me. My friends revolted totally, On whom I used to rely; All ways to 'scape by flight Were stopped, and shut up quite, And none did care My soul to spare. Thus troubled; laid on wait for; desolate; Enclosed round; and thus disconsolate; I cried to Thee, O Lord, and said, Thou art my hope, my help, my aid, The rock I build upon; My lot, my portion, For this life, and A better land. HEAVEN OPENED. F there be a heaven so fair O'er us ever shining, We shall never enter there By looking up and pining. In one holy, quiet thought, Heaven to us is nearer brought, Than in all the radiance bright, Of a thousand worlds of light. EVENING LIGHT. EHOLD the western evening-light! It melts in deepening gloom; So calmly Christians sink away, Descending to the tomb. The winds breathe low; the withering leaf Scarce whispers from the tree; So gently flows the parting breath, When good men cease to be. How beautiful on all the hills The crimson light is shed! 'Tis like the peace the Christian gives To mourners round his bed..How mildly on the wandering cloud The sunset beam is cast; 'Tis like the memory left b...
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