The New Jerusalem: A Hymn of the Olden TimeJohnstone & Hunter, 1852 - 115 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة xi
... fhall have occafion Bishop Corbet , about the middle of the 17th Century , entitled , " The Dis- tracted Puritan . " It does little credit to the piety , or the poetry , or the wit of the bishop . There is another , also , called " The ...
... fhall have occafion Bishop Corbet , about the middle of the 17th Century , entitled , " The Dis- tracted Puritan . " It does little credit to the piety , or the poetry , or the wit of the bishop . There is another , also , called " The ...
الصفحة xliv
... fhall be found on the right hand of the Judge . Full gloriously there shall appear , More bright than Phoebus in his sphere , The Virgin Mary , Queen of queens , With many a thousand of Virgins . With Eve that day shall he present The ...
... fhall be found on the right hand of the Judge . Full gloriously there shall appear , More bright than Phoebus in his sphere , The Virgin Mary , Queen of queens , With many a thousand of Virgins . With Eve that day shall he present The ...
الصفحة 1
... fhall I come to thee ? When shall my forrows have an end , Thy joys when fhall I fee ? 5 O happy harbour of God's faints ! O fweet and pleasant foil ! In thee no forrow may be found , No grief , no care , no toil ! Gal . iv . 26 . Ps ...
... fhall I come to thee ? When shall my forrows have an end , Thy joys when fhall I fee ? 5 O happy harbour of God's faints ! O fweet and pleasant foil ! In thee no forrow may be found , No grief , no care , no toil ! Gal . iv . 26 . Ps ...
الصفحة 7
... fhall I fee ; Thy King fitting upon his throne , And thy felicity . 77 Thy vineyards and thy orchards , So wonderful and fair ; And furnished with trees and fruit , Most beautiful and rare . Isa . xxxiii . 17 . Song of Sol . v . 1 . Rev ...
... fhall I fee ; Thy King fitting upon his throne , And thy felicity . 77 Thy vineyards and thy orchards , So wonderful and fair ; And furnished with trees and fruit , Most beautiful and rare . Isa . xxxiii . 17 . Song of Sol . v . 1 . Rev ...
الصفحة 19
... fhall my servant be . " 213 And still , " if any man love me , Him loves my Father dear ; Him I do love ; to him myself In glory will appear . " XXVIII . 217 Lord , take away my mifery , That there I may behold , With thee , in thy ...
... fhall my servant be . " 213 And still , " if any man love me , Him loves my Father dear ; Him I do love ; to him myself In glory will appear . " XXVIII . 217 Lord , take away my mifery , That there I may behold , With thee , in thy ...
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alfo alſo angels Augustine auro ballads becauſe behold BERNARD of Clugny Blairlogie bliss bright Christ City cives dainty David death defires delight Deum Dickſon Du Bartas dwell earth eternal evermore faid fair fhall figh fing fome fong foul fpirit fruit fuch fweet George Gascoigne glorious glory Godly gold grief happy home hath heart heaven heavenly Hierusalem holy illa ioyes Jeremy Taylor Jerufalem John xvii King Lamb land light Lindesay Line Lord Magnificat mansio martyrs moſt Mother dear muſt night Nixt Nunc Dimittis old Latin hymn pacis Paradise patria Paul Gerhardt pax sine peace pearls picari pleasant pleasures poem poetry praiſe Psalm reign Richard Baxter saints semper ſhall sing Song sorrow soul streets sunne sunt sweet Syon Te Deum thee theſe thoſe thou throne Thy joys tibi trees Tunc unto Urbs VARIOUS READINGS verse Virgins weary wight xxii دو وو
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الصفحة 21 - For this Agar is mount Sinai in Arabia, and answereth to Jerusalem which now is, and is in bondage with her children. But Jerusalem which is above is free, which is the mother of us all.
الصفحة xxxiii - Now, as they walked in this land, they had more rejoicing than in parts more remote from the kingdom to which they were bound ; and drawing near to the city, they had yet a more perfect view thereof. It was...
الصفحة 72 - But timorous mortals start and shrink To cross this narrow sea, And linger, shivering on the brink, And fear to launch away.
الصفحة xvi - Would God I were in thee ! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see...
الصفحة 52 - A land of sacred liberty, And endless rest : There milk and honey flow, And oil and wine abound, And trees of life for ever grow, With Mercy crown'd. There dwells the Lord our King, The Lord our Righteousness, Triumphant o'er the world and sin, The Prince of Peace ! On Sion's sacred height His kingdom still maintains...
الصفحة ix - Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see...
الصفحة 72 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers : Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields beyond the swelling flood Stand dressed in living green; So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan rolled between.
الصفحة 107 - Garments behind them in the River, for though they went in with them, they came out without them. They therefore went up here with much agility and speed, though the foundation upon which the City was framed was higher than the Clouds. They therefore went up through the Regions of the Air, sweetly talking as they went, being comforted, because they safely got over the River, and had such glorious Companions to attend them.
الصفحة 71 - No cloud those blissful regions know, For ever bright and fair ; For sin, the source of mortal woe, Can never enter there.
الصفحة 71 - FAR from these narrow scenes of night Unbounded glories rise, And realms of infinite delight, Unknown to mortal eyes. 2 Fair distant land; could mortal eyes But half its joys explore, How would our spirits long to rise, And dwell on earth no more.