Christianus, a story of Antioch; and other poems

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Page 82 - Come, not to find, but make, this troubled heart A dwelling worthy of Thee as Thou art ; To chase the gloom, the terror, and the sin, Come, all Thyself, yea come, Lord Jesus, in ! H.
Page 69 - neath the Italian heaven They sit, the mother and her son, He late from her by errors riven, Now both in Jesus one : The dear consenting hands are knit, And either face, as there they sit, Is lifted as to something seen Beyond the blue serene.
Page 86 - In undisturbed and lone serenity. Finding itself a solemn sanctuary In the profound of heaven ! It stands before us A mount of snow, fretted with golden pinnacles, The very sun, as though he worshipped there, Lingers upon the gilded cedar roofs, And down the long and branching porticoes ; On every flowery-sculptured capital Glitters the homage of his parting beams.
Page 82 - I seek no more to alter things, or mend, Before the coming of so great a Friend ; All were at best unseemly ; and 'twere ill, Beyond all else, to keep Thee waiting still. 3 Then, as Thou art, all holiness and bliss, Come in, and see my chamber as it is ; I bid Thee welcome boldly, in the name Of Thy great glory and my want and shame. 4 Come, not to find, but make, this troubled heart A dwelling worthy of Thee as Thou art ; To chase the gloom, the terror, and the sin, Come, all Thyself, yea come,...
Page 66 - What joys are lost, what hopes are given, As through this death-struck world we roam ! We think awhile that Home is Heaven : We learn at last that Heaven is Home.
Page 39 - Father's side. Return to my brethren, and tell them this; I am going Up to him who is my Father and your Father, who is my God and your God.
Page 81 - Yet welcome, welcome now ; this doleful scene Is e'en itself my cause to hail Thee in ; This dark confusion e'en at once demands Thine own bright presence, Lord, and ordering bands.
Page 81 - O come ! the door stands open now ; \JI knew Thy voice; Lord Jesus, it was Thou ; The sun has set long since : the storms begin ; 'Tis time for Thee, my Saviour, O come in...
Page 81 - Come, even now ! But think not here to find A lodging, Lord, and converse, to Thy mind: The lamp burns low; the hearth is chill and pale : Wet through the broken casement pours the gale.
Page 69 - neath the Italian heaven, They rest, the Mother and her Son, He long from her by errors riven, Now both in JESUS one: The dear...

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