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" tis nought to me: Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full; And where He vital breathes there must be joy. "
Memoir of John Adam, Late Missionary at Calcutta - الصفحة 143
بواسطة John ADAM (Missionary.) - 1833 - عدد الصفحات: 404
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Bell's Ladies' Reader: a Class-book of Poetry for Schools and Families. With ...

David Charles Bell - 1885 - عدد الصفحات: 344
...blackening east ; be my tongue mute ! may fancy paint no more, and, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat. Should fate command me to the farthest verge of the...his setting beam flames on the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nonght to me : since God is ever present, ever felt, in the void waste, as in the city full ; and where...

The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, المجلد 4

1886 - عدد الصفحات: 562
...mute ; may fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget, my heart, to beat ! Should Fate command rae to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant...his setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis naught to me, Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full, And where...

Psalm 125-150

Charles Haddon Spurgeon - 1886 - عدد الصفحات: 502
...are lord over him. — Henry Smith. Verne* 9, 10.— Should fate command me to the farthest verge Ot the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers...the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flumes on the Atlantic isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since GOD is ever present, ever felt, In the void...

Religious Poems

C. E. Alexander - 1886 - عدد الصفحات: 346
...Should fate command me to the furthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, River's unknown to song, where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles, 't is nought to me ; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as...

The Royal Gallery of Poetry and Art: An Illustrated Book of the Favorite ...

1886 - عدد الصفحات: 552
...Be my tongue mute, may fancy paint no more. And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fat« command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing : I cannot go Where universal...

The Monthly Chronicle of North Country Lore and Legend, المجلد 5

1891 - عدد الصفحات: 624
...whirlwind's wing Riding sublime, Thou bid'st the world adore, And humblest nature with Thy northern blast Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, 'tis nought to me ; Sim v God i> ever present, ever felt, It the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital...

Between the Lights: Thoughts for the Quiet Hour

1887 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...heart think themselves unworthy that He should be mindful of them. JOSEPH ADDISON. THE PRAISE OF GOD. SHOULD Fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th' Atlantic isles; 'tis nought to me; Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as...

Crown Jewels: Or Gems of Literature, Art and Music ; Being Choice Selections ...

Henry Davenport Northrop - 1888 - عدد الصفحات: 712
...streamers old, Those northern lights, forever cold ! BENJAMIN FRANKLIN TAYLOR. THE SUPERNATURAL ' HOULD fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distan», barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ; where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or...

Jehovistic names and titles of God. The attributes of God. Sins. Christian ...

Henry Donald Maurice Spence-Jones, Joseph Samuel Exell, Charles Neil - 1889 - عدد الصفحات: 538
...above the intrusions of an intermeddling world, has its" conversation in heaven." — Mat hew. [11015] Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...isles ; 'tis nought to me : Since God is ever present. [11016] The Christian does not think of God as a spy upon his actions, or resent the doctrine of His...

Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1890 - عدد الصفحات: 458
...blackening east, Be my tongue mute, my fancy paint no more, And, dead to joy, forget my heart to beat! Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the...setting beam Flames on the Atlantic isles, — 'tis naught to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste, as in the city full ; And where...




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