Methodist Magazine, Volume 35

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W. Briggs., 1892 - Methodism
 

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Page 232 - did not look like a trade announcement, nor was it; for it bore in a good bold handwriting these words: 'Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the Most High, thy habitation, there shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.'
Page 281 - His love for love. And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Page 474 - O that each in the day of His coming may say, ' I have fought my way through ; I have finished the work Thou didst give me to do.' " 0 that each from his Lord may receive the glad word, ' Well and faithfully done ! Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne.'
Page 217 - Christ. ONCE to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side ; Some great cause, God's new Messiah offering each the bloom or blight, Parts the goats upon the left hand and the sheep upon the right; And the choice goes by for ever 'twixt that darkness and that light.
Page 449 - that outward grace is dust ; They could not choose but trust In that sure-footed mind's unfaltering skill, And supple-tempered will That bent like perfect steel to spring again and thrust, His was no lonely mountain peak of mind, Thrusting to thin air o'er our cloudy bars, A sea-mark now, now lost in
Page 227 - Like some tall cliff that rears its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 453 - friends, Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe, There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear
Page 447 - words divine of lover or of poet Could tell our love and make Thee know it, Among the nations bright beyond compare ! What were our lives without Thee ? What all our lives to save Thee ? We reck not what we gave Thee ; We will not dare to doubt Thee, But ask whatever else and we will dare !
Page 211 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in its flight.'" " My friend, the faithful priest
Page 543 - calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands, Efface the footprints in the sands; And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks, the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls ; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveller to the shore; And the tide rises, the tide falls.

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