The Sabbath Harp, a Selection of Sacred Poetry, by I. East

The Sabbath Harp, a Selection of Sacred Poetry, by I. East

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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. 1830 edition. Excerpt: ...a moment in his royal heart; 'Tis manly music, such as martyrs make, Suffering with gladness for a Saviour's sake; His soul exults, hope animates his lays, The sense of mercy kindles into praise, And wilds, familiar with a lion's roar, Ring with eostatio sounds unheard before: 'Tis love like his, that can alone defeat The foes of man, or make a desert sweet. Cowper. Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Depth, length, and breadth, no creature knows; Dimly I see thy beauteous light, And sigh to taste thy sweet repose; My heart is pain'd, nor can it be At rest, until it rests in thee. Is there a thing, beneath the sun, That strives with thee my heart to share! Oh! tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of every motion here: Then shall my heart indeed be free, When it hath found repose in thee. O wean me from myself, that I No more, but Christ in me, may live; My vile affections crucify, Nor let one fleshly lust survive. In all things may I nothing see, Nothing desire or seek but thee. Each moment draw from earth away My heart, which waits thy call divine; Speak to my inmost soul, and say, "I am the living God, and thine," To feel thine influence, hear thy voice, To taste thy love, be all my choice. Weslev. Hail silent fields! with your inhabitant Blest Contemplation! friendly to the soul. Yet grateful interruption may ye here By change admit; of flocks that bleating feed, And herds deep lowing, and the music shrill, Heard round me of the insect's buzzing wing, And, loud, of early birds the varied charm. These praise their Maeer all, and lift in praise The pious heart to join in Nature's prayer; Nor things of voice alone, each humid flower Its incense breathes to thee, each dewy plant And grassy spire, thick-strung with native more

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  • Paperback | 84 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 168g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236575504
  • 9781236575500