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... John Keble 128 The prison flower Milton 31 The rudder and the rock ... Philip Doddridge 87 The speaking flower Ralph Erskine 80 The trial trip ... The Wesleys 103 The widow's Christmas eve ... Buy the truth 93 To the Robin Redbreast ...
... John Keble 128 The prison flower Milton 31 The rudder and the rock ... Philip Doddridge 87 The speaking flower Ralph Erskine 80 The trial trip ... The Wesleys 103 The widow's Christmas eve ... Buy the truth 93 To the Robin Redbreast ...
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... JOHN KEBLE . old bull 115 MANY beautiful sacred poems have been written by James Montgomery . ' Prayer is the soul's sincere desire , Uttered , or unexpressed , The motion of the hidden fire That trembles in the breast . Prayer is the ...
... JOHN KEBLE . old bull 115 MANY beautiful sacred poems have been written by James Montgomery . ' Prayer is the soul's sincere desire , Uttered , or unexpressed , The motion of the hidden fire That trembles in the breast . Prayer is the ...
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A SHIP ON FIRE . JOHN KEBLE . John Keble . of whom have been taken to the County Infirmary . The vessel is on fire amidships , half of the watch in the forecastle and a number of the steerage passengers in the fore part being cut off ...
A SHIP ON FIRE . JOHN KEBLE . John Keble . of whom have been taken to the County Infirmary . The vessel is on fire amidships , half of the watch in the forecastle and a number of the steerage passengers in the fore part being cut off ...
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JOHN KEBLE . John Keble . JOHN KEBLE . JOHN KEBLE . PRIZE SCRIPTURE QUESTIONS . BRITISH HYMN - WRITERS . JOHN KEBLE . THE WIDOW'S CHRISTMAS EVE . 128 Most Inneyr not bac KEBLE , like Bishop Ken , wrote a Morning and Evening Hymn . He ...
JOHN KEBLE . John Keble . JOHN KEBLE . JOHN KEBLE . PRIZE SCRIPTURE QUESTIONS . BRITISH HYMN - WRITERS . JOHN KEBLE . THE WIDOW'S CHRISTMAS EVE . 128 Most Inneyr not bac KEBLE , like Bishop Ken , wrote a Morning and Evening Hymn . He ...
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Page 121 - Thou shalt also be a crown of glory in the hand of the Lord, and a royal diadem in the hand of thy God.
Page 40 - Hast thou given the horse strength ? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder ? Canst 'thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted ; Neither turneth he back from the sword.
Page 34 - But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began...
Page 117 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Page 66 - Now the parable is this : The seed is the word of God. Those by the way-side are they that hear; then cometh the devil, and taketh away the word out of their hearts, lest they should believe and be saved.
Page 131 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Page 58 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Page 58 - I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more. Children not thine have trod my nursery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own.
Page 91 - YE servants of the Lord, Each in his office wait, Observant of His heavenly word, And watchful at His gate. 2 Let all your lamps be bright, And trim the golden flame ; Gird up your loins, as in His sight, For awful is His Name.