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Page 178 - WHEN the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream. Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them. The Lord hath done great things for us ; whereof we are glad.
Page 221 - O, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise: I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it outherods Herod: pray you, avoid it.
Page 238 - He that negotiates between God and man, As God's ambassador, the grand concerns Of judgment and of mercy, should beware Of lightness in his speech. Tis pitiful To court a grin, when you should woo a soul ; To break a jest, when pity would inspire Pathetic exhortation ; and to address The skittish fancy with facetious tales, When sent with God's commission to the heart ! So did not Paul.
Page 153 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather; 'Tis hard. to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time; Say not Good Night, — but in some brighter clime Bid me Good Morning.
Page 317 - repeat The glad earth and the sea ; And every wind and billow fleet Bears on the jubilee. Where Hebrew bard hath sung, Or Hebrew seer hath trod ; Each holy spot has found a tongue :
Page 71 - I charge thee therefore, before God, and the Lord Jesus Christ, who shall judge the quick and the dead at his appearing, and his kingdom ; preach the word, be instant in season, out of season, reprove, rebuke, exhort with all long-suffering and doctrine.
Page 146 - It was, I believe, in October, 1790, and not long before his death, that I heard John Wesley in the great round Meeting-house at Colchester. He stood in a wide pulpit, and on each side of him stood a minister, and the two held him up, having their hands under his armpits.
Page 316 - He went where frenzy held its rule, Where sickness breathed its spell of pain } By famed Bethesda's mystic pool ; And by the darkened gate of Nain. He soothed the mourner's troubled breast, He raised the contrite sinner's head, And on the loved ones' lowly rest, The light of better life he shed.
Page 316 - WHEN long the soul had slept in chains, And man to man was stern and cold ; When love and worship were but strains That swept the gifted chords of old, — By shady mount and peaceful lake A meek and lowly stranger came. The weary drank the words he spake ; The poor and feeble blessed his name. No shrine he reared in porch or grove ; No vested priests around him stood ; He went about to teach, and prove The lofty work of doing good. Said he to those who with him trod, " Would ye be my disciples?...
Page 261 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.