The Voice of Thanksgiving, a Selection of Passages, in Prose and Verse, from Various Christian Authors by the Compiler of 'The Invalid's Own Book' [Si

The Voice of Thanksgiving, a Selection of Passages, in Prose and Verse, from Various Christian Authors by the Compiler of 'The Invalid's Own Book' [Si

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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. 1861 edition. Excerpt: ...favour'd nation, But His own receive Him not. If the angels who attended To declare the Saviour's birth, Who from heaven with songs descended To proclaim goodwill on earth; If, in pity to our blindness, They had brought the pardon needed, Still Jehovah's wondrous kindness Had our warmest hopes exceeded. If some prophet had been sent With salvation's joyful news, Who that heard the blest event Could their warmest love refuse? But 'twas He to whom in heaven Hallelujahs never cease; He, the mighty God, was given, Given to us a Prince of peace. None but He who did create us Could redeem from sin and hell; None but He could reinstate us In the rank from which we fell. Had He come, the glorious stranger, Deck'd with all the world calls great; Had He lived in pomp and grandeur, Crown'd with more than royal state; Still our tongues, with praise o'erflowing, On such boundless love would dwell; Still our hearts, with rapture glowing, Feel what words could never tell. But what wonder should it raise, Thus our lowest state to borrow! Oh, the high mysterious ways, God's own Son a child of sorrow! 'Twas to bring us endless pleasure He our suffering nature bore; 'Twas to give us heavenly treasure He was willing to be poor. Come, ye rich, survey the stable Where your infant Saviour lies; From your full o'erflowing table, Send the hungry good supplies. Boast not your ennobled stations, Boast not that you're highly fed; Jesus, hear it, all ye nations, Had not where to lay His head. "Learn of me," thus cries the Saviour; "If my kingdom you'd inherit, Sinner, quit your proud behaviour, Learn my meek and lowly spirit." Come, ye servants, see your station Freed from all reproach and shame; He who purchased your salvation Bore a servant's humble...show more

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  • Paperback | 34 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 82g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123649377X
  • 9781236493774