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72. oldal - A servant, with this clause, Makes drudgery divine: Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that, and the action fine. This is the famous stone That turneth all to gold; • For that which God doth touch and own Cannot for less be told. GEORGE HERBERT.
115. oldal - one talent which is death to hide, Lodged with me useless (though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he returning chide), " Doth God exact day-labour, light denied ?" I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent That murmur,
64. oldal - More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, " He giveth His beloved, sleep." Yea ! men may wonder while they scan A living, thinking, feeling man Sufficient such a rest to keep; But angels say—and through the word The motion of their smile is heard— "He giveth His beloved,
111. oldal - one who has been long in city pent, 'Tis very sweet to look into the fair And open face of heaven; to breathe a prayer Full in the smile of the blue firmament. Who is more happy, when with heart content, Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair Of wavy grass, and reads
43. oldal - heart Could have recover"d greenness ? It was gone Quite underground : as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together, All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown. These are thy wonders, Lord of power! Killing and quick'ning; bringing down to hell, And up to heaven in an hour', Making a
63. oldal - patriot vows— The monarch's crown to light the brows ? " He giveth His beloved, sleep." What do we give to our beloved ? A little faith, not all unproved— A little dust, to overweep— And bitter memories, to make The whole earth blasted for our sake ? "He giveth His beloved,
9. oldal - Glory to God! the sounding skies Loud with their anthems ring Peace to the earth—good will to men From heaven's Eternal King! Light on thy hills, Jerusalem! The Saviour now is born ! And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains Breaks the first Christmas morn. EH SEARS.
124. oldal - was the night, Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the earth began: The winds with wonder whist Smoothly the waters kiss'd, Whisp'ring new joys to the mild ocean, Who now hath quite forgot to rave, While birds of calm sit brooding on the charmed wave. The stars with deep amaze Stand fix'd in steadfast gaze, Bending one way their precious influence,
71. oldal - me, my God and King, In all things Thee to see; And what I do in anything, To do it as for Thee: Not rudely, as a beast. To run into an action : But still to make Thee prepossest, And give it his perfection. A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye; Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the