...vexed. 3. My heart is difquieted within me : and the fear of death is fallen upon me. 6. Then I faid, O that I had wings like a dove : then would I flee away, and be , at reft. PSAL. CXVII. 1. S~\ Praife the LORD, all ye heathen : \^_S praife him all ye nations. 2. For...

...enter into, and dwell for; evermore in his prefence : and incline us to wifh with the pfalmift, *' Oh that I had wings like a dove ! " then would I flee away and be «' at reft." Such is the love that is due to God, and which naturally arifeth from the excellence of his...

...compofed in the very beginning of Abfaloms rebellion. The intended flight is beautifully exprefled, " O that I had wings like *' a dove, then would I flee away and be at reft." It is very pi&urefque and pathetic, and no one can read fome parts of it without the tendered...

...Literally ' Beard aud^/fa/ nofe.' LINE 17. O were a humming bee's my happier lot, &c. Thus the Pfalmift : ' O that I had wings like a dove ! then would I flee away, and be at reft !' LINE 19. Through its fern and ivy creep. The ancient fhepherds had a notion that the fmell...

...clear to manfions in the Ikies. I found a fecret longing to be with Jefus. The language of my heart "O that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee away and be at reft !" Not from a deflre to be away from fuffering fooner than it was the will of God ; but only from...

...this foul of mine longs to b« gone ! Like a bird imprifoned in a cage, it longs to take its flight. O that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee away to the realm* of blifs, and be at reft forever! O that fome guardian angel might be commiilioned ;...

...this soul of mine longs to be gone ! Like a bird imprisoned in a cage, it longs to take its flight. O that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee away to the realms of bliss, and be at rest for ever ! O that some guardian angel might be commissioned...

...Indeed I envied the birds of the air; and often repeated the words of one in similar circumstances; " O that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee away and be at rest." But a second thought convinced me that I could not get the rest of the dove, even if I had her wings;...

...cold salute of heartless pride, When, weakly sensitive, I've felt Within my wounded wind, I've cried " O that I had wings like a dove, Then would I flee away, and be at rot.1' Or when neglect with blighting power, Haiapathizcd the sinking heart, In that forlorn deserted...

...this soul of mine longs to be gone ! Like a bird imprisoned in a cage, it longs to take its. flight. O that I had wings like a dove, then would I flee away to the realms of bliss, and be at rest for ever ! O that some guardian angel might be commissioned;...