 | 1869 - 346 páginas
...a prospect spread before us of the everlasting home, as sometimes incites us to say — " ' Ah, now my spirit faints To reach the land I love, • The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above.' " There is the hill of worldly losses," continued my father, " of hopes disappointed, and well-laid... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...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,...to faith's aspiring eye, Thy golden gates appear! " For ever with the Lord ! " Father, if 't is Thy will, The promise of Thy gracious word, Even here... | |
 | Henry Stebbing - 1832 - 858 páginas
...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... | |
 | 1834 - 550 páginas
...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... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1834 - 636 páginas
...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 - 360 páginas
...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 - 470 páginas
...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 - 368 páginas
...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 - 410 páginas
...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 - 400 páginas
...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... | |
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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... 
