 Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear! Ah! then my spirit faints To...  Harper's New Monthly Magazine - Стр. 361редактор(ы): - 1858Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - Страниц: 858
...the hody pent, Ahsent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to faith's far-seeing eye Thy golden gates appear ! Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, — Tlie... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - Страниц: 1022
...FOR ever with the Lord! " Amen! so let it be: Life from the dead is in that word : 'Tis immortality! My Father's house on high, Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to faith's aspiring eye, Thy golden gates appear! " For ever with the Lord ! " Father, if 't is Thy will, The... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1834 - Страниц: 636
...body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. • My Father's house on high ! Home of my soul ! how near, At times, to Faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear. ' Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The... | |
 | 1834 - Страниц: 550
...the body pent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. ' My Father's house on high ! Home of my soul! how near, At times, to Faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear. ' Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1835 - Страниц: 360
...Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear ! Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The... | |
 | Charles Edward Kennaway - 1835 - Страниц: 470
...body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my tent A day's march nearer home. My Fathers house on high, Home of my soul how near, At times to faith's perceiving eye, Thy golden gates appear ! Yet, — clouds will intervene, And all my prospect flies... | |
 | 1836 - Страниц: 368
...the body spent, Absent from Him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, A diiy's march nearer home. My father's house on high ! Home of my soul ! how near At times to faith's foreseeing eye, The golden gates appear. Ah ! then my spirit faints To reaeh the land of love, The... | |
 | 1871 - Страниц: 410
...all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest," she went on, " I feel him near. 'My Father's house on high ! Home of my soul, how near At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear 1' ' shall soon be there, and we shall meet 'uin. Yes, we shall... | |
 | James Montgomery - 1841 - Страниц: 400
...the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near, At times, to faith's foreseeing eye, Thy golden gates appear ! Ah ! then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The... | |
 | Protestant association - 1843 - Страниц: 480
...the body pent, Absent from him I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. My Father's house on high, Home of my soul how near, At times to faith's transpiercing eye Thy golden gates appear. My thirsty spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright... | |
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