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The Select Poetical Works of James Montgomery (Classic Reprint)
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Página 75 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Página 76 - And love, joy, hope, like flowers, Spring in His path to birth ; Before Him, on the mountains, Shall peace, the herald, go, And righteousness, in fountains, From hill to valley flow.
Página 127 - Make way for Liberty!" he cried; Their keen points met from side to side; He bowed amongst them like a tree, And thus made way for Liberty. Swift to the breach his comrades fly; "Make way for Liberty!
Página 57 - Through the valley and shadow of death though I stray, Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear ; Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay; No harm can befall with my Comforter near.
Página 235 - Once, in the flight of ages past, There lived a man — and who was he ? Mortal, howe'er thy lot be cast, That man resembled thee.
Página 443 - Here, in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Página 455 - At eve hold not thine hand ; To doubt and fear give thou no heed, Broad-cast it o'er the land. Beside all waters sow, The highway furrows stock, Drop it where thorns and thistles grow, Scatter it on the rock.
Página 347 - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
Página 235 - The clouds and sunbeams, o'er his eye That once their shades and glory threw, Have left in yonder silent sky No vestige where they flew. The annals of the human race, Their ruins, since the world began, Of him afford no other trace Than this, — there lived a man...