Robert Melville: Or, Characters Contrasted

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James Hiley Morgan, sold also by Baldwin, Craddock and Joy, London and by all other booksellers, 1827 - 103 pages

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Page 36 - I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
Page 103 - O scenes surpassing fable, and yet true, Scenes of accomplish'd bliss ! which who can see, Though but in distant prospect, and not feel His soul refresh'd with foretaste of the joy ? Rivers of gladness water all the earth, And clothe all climes with beauty ; the reproach Of barrenness is past. The fruitful field Laughs with abundance ; and the land, once lean, Or fertile only in its own disgrace, Exults to see its thistly curse repeal'd.
Page 51 - And it came to pass, when they had brought them forth abroad, that he said, Escape for thy life ; look not behind thee, neither stay thou in all the plain; escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed.
Page 68 - Religion ! thou the soul of happiness ; And, groaning Calvary, of thee! there shine The noblest truths ; there strongest motives sting ; There sacred violence assaults the soul; There, nothing but compulsion is forborne.
Page 65 - I was in trouble. 13 I will offer unto thee fat burnt-sacrifices, with the incense of rams ; I will offer bullocks and goats. 14 O come hither, and hearken, all ye that fear God ; and I will tell you what he hath done for my soul.
Page 59 - Ebenezer, Hither by Thy help I'm come; And I hope, by Thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home. Jesus sought me when a stranger, Wandering from the fold of God; He, to rescue me from danger, Interposed His precious blood.
Page 66 - Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay, A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies if one be gone; Strange! that a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tune so long. 4 But 'tis our God supports our frame, The God that built us first; Salvation to th' Almighty Name, That rear'd us from the dust.
Page 27 - Tis to bind, By soft affection's ties, on human hearts, The thought of death, which reason, too supine, Or misemploy'd, so rarely fastens there. Nor reason, nor affection, no, nor both Combin'd, can break the witchcrafts of the world. Behold, th...
Page 50 - Strive to enter in at the strait gate, for many will seek to enter in, and shall not be able,
Page 100 - TAKE my poor heart just as it is, Set up therein Thy throne ; So shall I love Thee above all, . And live to Thee alone.

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