Religious Poems, by the Author of 'Stepping Heavenward'

Religious Poems, by the Author of 'Stepping Heavenward'

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1874 edition. Excerpt: ...Thou canst of living waters drink, why turn to earthly springs That at the fountain-head are dry, amid inferior things; Come to the crystal rivers pure that flow through pastures green, That make their gladsome sparkling way, the smitten rocks between. Thorn canst inhale, thou pilgrim soul, the atmosphere of heaven, By Him who deals in bounteous gifts its fulness shall be given, Then wilt thou in the mortal strife, in human weakness, dare To breathe amid the vapors foul of earth's sintainted air? Ah foolish soul! ah childish soul! Ah soul on ruin bent, This world is not thy home, thy rest, thou art in banishment; ANGELS' FOOD. Build not with too much care thy nest; thou shalt be stripped and peeled, Made hungry, thirsty, sick and faint, ere thy disease is healed. Yet fear thou not and falter not, despise not thou the way; The long, dark night shall usher in joy's own resplendent day; Soon safe within thy Father's house by Him thou shalt be fed, Shalt drink His wine, sit at His feast, and taste the living bread. What matters then the rage of thirst, the gnaw of hunger's pang, The cry for air that from thy heart in stifling terror rang? What matter that thou hast not where on earth to build a nest? The day is brighter after night, toil only sweetens rest. TESTIMONY. TESTIMONY. How gladly would Thy children, Lord, In goodly company, Unite to sound Thy praises out, And testify of Thee. If we oft times in silence sit, Thou who our hearts dost know, Seest a love that finds no words And tears that do not flow. There rests upon our mortal tongues, Sometimes a secret spell, It is not coldness that is mute, But love that loves too well. We thank, we bless Thee, that to Thee This is no sinful mood, That by the depths that dwell in Thine Our hearts...
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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236828917
  • 9781236828910