Lyrics of Ancient Palestine, Illustr. of Old Testament History

Lyrics of Ancient Palestine, Illustr. of Old Testament History

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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. 1873 edition. Excerpt: ... in a dream of rolling psalms. The grey old walls beneath the yew, With modest porch, and taper spire, Have ripened to their music too, Rung from the clamorous village choir. When wakeful men, with ears unstopped, Through weary hours have told each sound That broke upon the dark, then dropped Into the pulseless silence round, While the strained eye impatient longs For the first throb of breaking light, What snatches of those heavenly songs Have come to him at dead of night! Some grand Laudate's lofty roll, Some tender penitential wail, Have made a music in his soul, Sweeter than any nightingale. DAVID IN ADULLAM. Come, blessed Psalms! when mists of sin Over my soul beclouded lie, Pierce through the wild world's strife and din, And bid the evil spirit fly. Come, blessed Psalms! when weak and lone My heart breaks down, and finds no aid, And let me find in your deep tone Some voice of comfort ready made. For who shall find, in pain or loss, Words of such sweet, sustaining power, As those that hung about the cross, And soothed my Saviour's dying hour? Mrs. C, F. Alexander. Id in Adullam's "dry and thirsty" cave, Longing he cried--faint with fierce harvest heat--"Oh for a draught from Bethlehem's fountain sweet, I 3t Which by the gate wells out its cooling wave!" Sp" Bursting through hosts of foes three warriors brave Present the crystal cup--his wish complete--Which, as with life-blood crimsoned, at his feet He pours, refusing his parched lips to lave. So, by Heaven's gate, I see pure waters streaming, And, faint and weary, long to drink of them; For that blest fountain, clear as crystal seeming, Gladly earth's broken cisterns I contemn: --I see the crimson through the crystal gleaming, Dear "water of the well of...
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  • Paperback | 36 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236579054
  • 9781236579058