The Choice; In Two Parts, Designed for Public and Private Worship

The Choice; In Two Parts, Designed for Public and Private Worship

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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. 1836 edition. Excerpt: ...from the throne of God. And fit to cheer the mini!. 3 Had I the pinions of a dove, I 'd climb the heavenly road; There sits my Saviour cloth'd in love. And there my smiling God. 418. C. M. Watts. Paradise on Earth. WHEN Christ, with all his graces crown'4 Sheds his kind beams abroad, Tis a young heaven on earthly ground And glory in the bud. 2 A blooming paradise of joy In this wild desert springs; And every sense I straight employ On sweet celestial thmgs. 3 But, ah! how soon my joys decay! How soon my sins arise, And snatch the heavenly scene away From these lamenting eyes! 4 When shall the time, dear Jesus, when. The shining day appear, That I shall leave these clouds of sin, -And guilt and darkness here. 5 Up to the fields above the skies My hasty feet would go, --There everlasting flowers arise, And joys unwithering grow. 419. C. M. W. & R Longing for Heaven. Job in. 17. vii. If TO that dear world of light and bliss, Above the starrv skies, Tir'd of the sins and griefs of this, I lift my longing eyes. 2 There Jesus, the unsetting Sun, Darts forth his brightest rays, And every heart and every tongue Unite to love and praise. 3 Tis there the weary are at rest, And all is peace within, The mind with guilt no more opprest, The conscience all serene. 4 Discord and strife, those regions fly. Distrust and slavish fear; No longer heaves the pensive sigh, Or drops the hriny tear. 5 And can I longer wish to stay, So far from that abode? Kind angels, bear my soul away, That I may dwell with God. 420. C. M. Watts. Doubts scattered; or. Joy restored. TTENCE from my soul, sad thoughts, begone, II And leave me to my joys; My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. 2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind, And drown'd my head in...show more

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  • Paperback | 114 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 218g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236526120
  • 9781236526120