The Christians magazine: or, The Sunday's entertainment [ed. by J. Lewis].John Lewis (publisher) |
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... glorious , O how far beyond the height Of puzzled quills , or the obtufe conceit Of flesh and blood , or the too flat reports Of mortal tongues are they expreflefs courts ; Whofe Glory to paint forth with greater art , Ravish my fancy ...
... glorious , O how far beyond the height Of puzzled quills , or the obtufe conceit Of flesh and blood , or the too flat reports Of mortal tongues are they expreflefs courts ; Whofe Glory to paint forth with greater art , Ravish my fancy ...
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... glorious palace ftands , Before whofe pearly gates ten thousand band's Of armed angels wait to entertain Thofe purged fouls , for which the Lamb was flain ; Whose guiltless death and voluntary yielding Of whofe giv'n life , gave the ...
... glorious palace ftands , Before whofe pearly gates ten thousand band's Of armed angels wait to entertain Thofe purged fouls , for which the Lamb was flain ; Whose guiltless death and voluntary yielding Of whofe giv'n life , gave the ...
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... glorious One in Three , And Three in One , and seeing him shall bless him , And bleffing love him , and in love poffefs him , Here ftay , my foul , and , ravifh'd in relation Thy words being spent , spend now in con- templation . B 2 St ...
... glorious One in Three , And Three in One , and seeing him shall bless him , And bleffing love him , and in love poffefs him , Here ftay , my foul , and , ravifh'd in relation Thy words being spent , spend now in con- templation . B 2 St ...
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... glorious to behold 04 Thy walls are all of precious ftone , Thy streets are pav'd with gold . 3. Thy gardens and thy pleasant.fruits Continually are green ; There There are fuch fweet and pleasant flowers As ne'er befote 20 Nof ...
... glorious to behold 04 Thy walls are all of precious ftone , Thy streets are pav'd with gold . 3. Thy gardens and thy pleasant.fruits Continually are green ; There There are fuch fweet and pleasant flowers As ne'er befote 20 Nof ...
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... glorious , Lord , why must I keep thence ? What folly is't that makes me loth To die and go from hence ? 5. Reach down , reach down thine arm of And cause me to ascend [ grace , Where congregations ne'er break up , And fabbaths have no ...
... glorious , Lord , why must I keep thence ? What folly is't that makes me loth To die and go from hence ? 5. Reach down , reach down thine arm of And cause me to ascend [ grace , Where congregations ne'er break up , And fabbaths have no ...
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100 Pfalm Tune angels arife becauſe Bishop Ken bleffings caft chufe confider converfation creatures cuftom death defire delight diftempers diſcover divine Dr.Watts earth eternity exerciſe exiſtence eyes faculties faid fame fays fecret feems felf felves fenfe fent feve feveral fhall fhew fhining fhort fhould fince fing fingle fins firft firſt fleep fome foon forrows foul fpecies fpirits ftands ftate ftill fubject fuch fuperior fupport fure Glaphyra glory goodneſs Hallelujah happineſs happy heart heav'nly heaven himſelf houſe HYMN impoffible infinite itſelf Jefus juft King laft lefs live Lord meaſure mifery mind moft moſt muſt nature neceffary obferved occafion paffed paffions perfon philofopher pleaſed pleaſure pow'rs praife praiſe prefent purpoſe raiſe reafon rife Saviour bleed ſeveral SPECTATOR ſtate taſte thee thefe themſelves ther theſe thine thing thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand throne uſeful virtue whilft whofe Whoſe wife
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Стр. 90 - Commodious manner, he marched off with it contentedly, being very well pleased that he had not been left to his own choice as to the kind of evils which fell to his lot.
Стр. 189 - Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Стр. 34 - I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it.
Стр. 38 - These are the mansions of good men after death, who, according to the degree and kinds of virtue in which they excelled, are distributed among these several islands, which abound with pleasures of different kinds and degrees, suitable to the relishes and perfections of those who are settled in them.
Стр. 12 - Supposing then that you had it in your choice to be happy all the while this prodigious mass...
Стр. 82 - I observed one bringing in a fardel very carefully concealed under an old embroidered cloak, which, upon his throwing it into the heap, I discovered to be Poverty. Another, after a great deal of puffing, threw down his luggage, which, upon examining, I found to be his wife.
Стр. 33 - Cast thy eyes eastward, said he, and tell me what thou seest. I see, said I, a huge valley, and a prodigious tide of water rolling through it. The valley that thou seest...
Стр. 16 - A Person who believes he has his Succour at hand, and that he acts in the sight of his Friend, often exerts himself beyond his Abilities, and does Wonders that are not to be matched by one who is not animated with such a Confidence of Success.
Стр. 34 - As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it ; and upon further examination, perceived there were innumerable trap-doors that lay concealed in the bridge, which the passengers no sooner trod upon, but* they fell through them into the tide and immediately disappeared. These hidden pit-falls were set very thick at the entrance of the bridge, so that throngs of people no sooner broke through the cloud, but many...
Стр. 114 - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.