Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1859 edition. Excerpt: ...till the Dawn Of everlasting Day. Those Scenes my happy Thoughts shall fill, And keep me from the Noise, The Tumults of the lower Sphere, Or its terrestrial Joys. HYMN IV. T Trace a mournful dreary Ground, --Like the Arabian Sand, Scorched, and weary, I long to see The happy promis'd Land. No living Streams of Peace and Joy, No fruitful Tree of Life, But Thorns and Briars here breed Immortal Hate and Strife. Th' Egyptian Stream, curs'd in our Fall, Now turn'd to Blood I find, That raise our Passions to a Flame And fluctuate the Mind. And here we travel Day by Day, Yet with unwearied Feet, Eefresh'd and strength'ned by thy Grace T' encounter all we meet. Jestts stand by, thy mighty Arm Can break each Passage thro', And level each triumphant Arch Erected by the Toe. Stand in the Front, thou glorious King; When savage beasts do roam, Guide us thro' every winding Maze, To thy eternal Home. Lighten our Path in darkest Night With that illustrious Ray, The fiery Pillar in the Dark, The glorious Cloud by Day. Strengthen my Faith and languid Hope, And chace my Fears away; Give me a Glimpse, in dreary Wilds, Of everlasting Day. HYMN V. rpHKO' Forests wild we travel on, Where savage Beasts devour, Ten Thousand Perils on each Side We 'ncounter every Hour. Here Dungeons deep, or dark Retreats Of rav'ning Wolves, we meet, Their subtle Snares, contriv'd by Hell, Endanger still our Feet. Lord, keep us from the broader Path, To tread the narrow Road, That leads strait on, o'er raging Seas, Unto our blest Abode. Yield not, my Soul, to earthly Toys, But travel onward still, And climb high Rocks impendent up Unto thy holy Hill Tho' thousand Perils meet thy Face Thought once unconquering Ills, Those fearful Waters deep, are found, On Trial, to be Kills. When..