The Standard Sunday school reciter, selected and ed. by J.W. KirtonJohn William Kirton 1878 |
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... bound Thou need'st not always keep ; Go , seek another fishing - ground : " LAUNCH OUT INTO THE DEEP ! If thou would'st prove the gospel's power , And plenteous harvests reap ; Heed not the clouds that round thee lower : " LAUNCH OUT ...
... bound Thou need'st not always keep ; Go , seek another fishing - ground : " LAUNCH OUT INTO THE DEEP ! If thou would'st prove the gospel's power , And plenteous harvests reap ; Heed not the clouds that round thee lower : " LAUNCH OUT ...
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... bound to- wards him . " Take hold of him ! " cries the rich man from the balustrade . The dogs go at the beggar with terrible bark ; then take lower growling ; then stop to yawn ; and at the coaxing tone of the poor wretch , they frisk ...
... bound to- wards him . " Take hold of him ! " cries the rich man from the balustrade . The dogs go at the beggar with terrible bark ; then take lower growling ; then stop to yawn ; and at the coaxing tone of the poor wretch , they frisk ...
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... bound them in his sheaves . " My Lord hath need of these flowerets gay , " The reaper said , and smiled ? " Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . " THEY SHALL ALL BLOOM IN FIELDS OF LIGHT , 36 The Standard ...
... bound them in his sheaves . " My Lord hath need of these flowerets gay , " The reaper said , and smiled ? " Dear tokens of the earth are they , Where he was once a child . " THEY SHALL ALL BLOOM IN FIELDS OF LIGHT , 36 The Standard ...
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... bound of the sea , by a perpetual decree that it cannot pass it ; and though the waves thereof toss them- selves , yet can they not prevail ; though they roar , yet can they not pass over it . " With reason may we believe that from the ...
... bound of the sea , by a perpetual decree that it cannot pass it ; and though the waves thereof toss them- selves , yet can they not prevail ; though they roar , yet can they not pass over it . " With reason may we believe that from the ...
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... bound , ONE ORDER TO FULFIL . CREATION . [ Earrest and bold . ] Who made the sun that gives his light To all the world abroad ? Who made the moon and stars so bright ? TWAS THE CREATOR - GOD . Who made this wondrous globe , the earth ...
... bound , ONE ORDER TO FULFIL . CREATION . [ Earrest and bold . ] Who made the sun that gives his light To all the world abroad ? Who made the moon and stars so bright ? TWAS THE CREATOR - GOD . Who made this wondrous globe , the earth ...
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Popular passages
Page 130 - I would not enter on my list of friends (Though graced with polished manners and fine sense. Yet wanting sensibility) the man Who needlessly sets foot upon a worm.
Page 97 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me : But shadows, clouds, and darkness, rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Page 237 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds ; pleasant the sun When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers ; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening mild ; then silent night With this her solemn bird and this fair moon, And these the gems of heaven, her starry train...
Page 36 - THERE is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between.
Page 25 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Page 193 - Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning, how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Page 103 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Page 25 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail : And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 236 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but .the wakeful nightingale; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 97 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man...