The Measure of a Man

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D. Appleton, 1915 - 1 pages
 

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Page 243 - YE Mariners of England ! That guard our native seas ; Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 150 - My substance, was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Thine eyes, did see my substance, yet being imperfect ; and, in thy book, all my members, were written, which, in continuance, were fashioned, when, as yet, there was none of them.
Page 243 - Our song and feast shall flow To the fame of your name, When the storm has ceased to blow, — When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow.
Page 205 - Every eye shall now behold him, Robed in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierced and nailed him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see.
Page 204 - Daring, and Love, Haste to the battle-field, stoop from above, To the Day of the Lord at hand. Gather you, gather you, hounds of hell — Famine, and Plague, and War ; Idleness, Bigotry, Cant, and Misrule, Gather, and fall in the snare ! Hireling and Mammonite, Bigot arid Knave, Crawl to the battle-field, sneak to your grave, In the Day of the Lord at hand.
Page 206 - Yea, Amen ; let all adore Thee, High on Thine eternal throne : Saviour, take the power and glory ; Claim the kingdom for Thine own, O come quickly, Hallelujah ! come, Lord, come.
Page 125 - I hear her in the tunefu' birds, I hear her charm the air: There's not a bonnie flower that springs By fountain, shaw, or green, There's not a bonnie bird that sings But minds me o
Page 124 - What can we do, o'er whom the unbeholden hangs in a night with which we cannot cope ? what but look sunward, and with faces golden speak to each other softly of a hope?
Page 286 - Yet high above the limits of my seeing, And folded far within the inmost heart, And deep below the deeps of conscious being, Thy splendor shineth: there, O God! thou art, I cannot lose thee!
Page 56 - They sin who tell us Love can die. With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...

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