The Christians magazine: or, The Sunday's entertainment [ed. by J. Lewis].John Lewis (publisher) |
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... rife my foul , and leave the ground , Stretch all thy thoughts abroad , And rouze up every tuneful found , To praise th ' eternal God . Long e're the lofty skies were fpread , JEHOVAH fill'd his throne ; Or Adam form'd , or angels made ...
... rife my foul , and leave the ground , Stretch all thy thoughts abroad , And rouze up every tuneful found , To praise th ' eternal God . Long e're the lofty skies were fpread , JEHOVAH fill'd his throne ; Or Adam form'd , or angels made ...
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... he has won , " 19. Now let me rife , and join their fong , And be an angel too ; My heart , my hand , my ear , my tongue , Here's joyful work for you . 20. I would begin the mufick here , And fo G 20.I N ° 2. Sunday's Entertainment .
... he has won , " 19. Now let me rife , and join their fong , And be an angel too ; My heart , my hand , my ear , my tongue , Here's joyful work for you . 20. I would begin the mufick here , And fo G 20.I N ° 2. Sunday's Entertainment .
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... rife : Oh for fome heavenly notes to bear My fpirits to the skies ! 21. There , ye that love my Saviour , fit , There I would fain have place , Amongst your thrones , or at your feet , So I might fee his face . 22. I am confin'd to ...
... rife : Oh for fome heavenly notes to bear My fpirits to the skies ! 21. There , ye that love my Saviour , fit , There I would fain have place , Amongst your thrones , or at your feet , So I might fee his face . 22. I am confin'd to ...
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... upon every light matter , nor fuffer their refentments to rife to that height , upon a- ny occafion whatfoever , as to abate the - leaft leaft fpark of conjugal affection towards them , but to N ° 3 : Sunday's Entertainment . 61.
... upon every light matter , nor fuffer their refentments to rife to that height , upon a- ny occafion whatfoever , as to abate the - leaft leaft fpark of conjugal affection towards them , but to N ° 3 : Sunday's Entertainment . 61.
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... rife . XII . In thy fair book of life and grace May I but find my name , Recorded in fome humble place Beneath my Lord the Lamb . SPECTATOR , N ° III . The Immortality of the Soul , proved from its own Nature . I Was yesterday ( fays ...
... rife . XII . In thy fair book of life and grace May I but find my name , Recorded in fome humble place Beneath my Lord the Lamb . SPECTATOR , N ° III . The Immortality of the Soul , proved from its own Nature . I Was yesterday ( fays ...
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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. 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.
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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.
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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.