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. 1854 Excerpt: ... life'8 entangled way. 24. Tea, Thou with wisdom's light serene Wilt ever guide me on, And, all my trials past, wilt greet Before Thy glory-throne. 25. Tor whom have I in heav'n, but Thee, On whom my hope may rest? What help on earth to seek, if once With Thy protection blest? 26. My trembling flesh and acting heart ...
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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. 1854 Excerpt: ... life'8 entangled way. 24. Tea, Thou with wisdom's light serene Wilt ever guide me on, And, all my trials past, wilt greet Before Thy glory-throne. 25. Tor whom have I in heav'n, but Thee, On whom my hope may rest? What help on earth to seek, if once With Thy protection blest? 26. My trembling flesh and acting heart Their weakness still deplore: But Thou, Lord, art my weak heart's strength, My portion evermore. 27! The proud and vain, who stray from Thee, Shall soon in death descend; Divided in their spirit's love, Deep ruin waits their end: 28. Whilst, taught by Thee my own true good, I seek Thy holy place, And my full heart shall speak in songs The wonders of Thy grace. 1. And are we, Lord, cast off to die, Whom once Thy pitying Spirit led? To pine, as flocks in desert dry, Who in Thy bounteous pastures fed? Shall Thy fierce wrath for ever burn? 2. Shall they, whom once Thine arm set free, Again in iron bondage mourn, In anguish, unredeem'd by Thee?, Remember, when of yore Thy hand Put on its strength our tribes to save, Thy love to Jacob gave this land, Thine own great Name to Zion gave. 3. Haste, haste Thy steps, ere all be laid In ruin'd heaps to rise no more: Thy house Thy foes their spoil have made, . And there like famish'd lions roar. There o'er Thy temple-courts they rear For signs their conquering standards high: s. And reckless, as in forest drear, Their craft the busy woodmen ply, 6. So break they down with axe and mace The carved cedar wrought so fair: 7. Strange fire defiles the holy place, And heaps the walls in ruin bare. 8. "Let all be waste," the spoilers cry; Fierce are the hearts that prompt the words: Through all our land in ashes lie The houses that were once the Lord's. 9. The signs, which told that God was near, The prophet...
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