The Poems of William Cowper

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Methuen, 1905 - 741 páginas

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Joy and Peace in Believing
xlix
True Pleasures
l
The Christian
li
Lively Hope and Gracious Fear
lii
For the Poor
liii
My Soul thirsteth for
liv
Love Constraining to Obedience
lv
The Heart healed and changed by Mercy
lvi
Hatred of
lvii
The New Convert
lviii
True and False Comforts
lix
A Living and a Dead Faith
lx
Abuse of the Gospel
lxi
The Narrow
lxii
Dependence
lxiii
Not of Works
lxiv
Praise for Faith
lxv
Grace and Providence
lxvi
will Praise the Lord at all Times
lxvii
Walking with
1
JehovahJireh The Lord will Provide
33
JehovahRophi I am the Lord that healeth thee
34
JehovahNissi The Lord my Banner
35
JehovahShalom The Lord send Peace
36
Vanity of the World
37
O Lord I will praise Thee IX The Contrite Heart
38
The Future Peace and Glory of the Church
39
The Covenant XIV JehovahShammah XV Praise for the Fountain Opened
42
The Sower
43
The House of Prayer XVIII Lovest Thou
44
Contentment
45
Old Testament Gospel
46
Sardis
47
Prayer for a Blessing on the Young XXIII Pleading for and with Youth
48
Prayer for Children
49
Jehovah Jesus XXVI On Opening a Place for Social Prayer
50
Welcome to the Table
51
Jesus hasting to suffer XXIX Exhortation to Prayer
52
The Light and Glory of the Word
53
On the Death of a Minister XXXII The Shining Light
54
The Waiting Soul XXXIV Seeking the Beloved
55
Light shining out of Darkness
56
Welcome Cross XXXVII Afflictions Sanctified by the Word
57
Temptation
58
Looking Upwards in a Storm XL The Valley of the Shadow of Death
59
Peace after a Storm
60
Mourning and Longing
61
SelfAcquaintance
62
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67
72
72
PAGE
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83
83
Thelyphthora
84
Preface
87
Table Talk
88
The Progress of Error
106
Truth
107

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Página 42 - His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour ; The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower. Blind unbelief is sure to err,* And scan his work in vain : God is his own interpreter, And he will make it plain.
Página 31 - Dear dying Lamb ! Thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransomed church of God Be saved, to sin no more.
Página 252 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Página 229 - I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
Página 340 - Toll for the brave ! Brave Kempenfelt is gone ; His last sea-fight is fought ; His work of glory done. It was not in the battle ; No tempest gave the shock ; She sprang no fatal leak...
Página 308 - JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we No holiday have seen. " To-morrow is our wedding-day, And we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton, All in a chaise and pair. " My sister, and my sister's child, Myself, and children three, Will fill the chaise ; so you must ride On horseback after we.
Página 297 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Página 211 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...
Página 188 - Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there ; But alas ! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the sea-fowl is gone to her nest, The beast is laid down in his lair, Even here is a season of rest, And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place, And mercy, encouraging thought ! Gives even affliction a grace, And reconciles man to his lot.
Página 235 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own — Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt ; in language plain, And plain in manner ; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture; much...

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