First (-Fourth) religious reader. Ed. by J.R. Morell, Bind 1

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Side 51 - Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times ; and the turtle, and the crane, and the swallow, observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the LORD.
Side 60 - And gladden'd the sailor, like words from home. To the solemn depths of the forest shades, Thou art streaming on through their green arcades ; And the quivering leaves that have caught thy glow, Like fire-flies glance to the pools below. I...
Side 60 - I look'd on the peasant's lowly cot — Something of sadness had wrapt the spot; But a gleam of thee on its lattice fell, And it laugh'd into beauty at that bright spell.
Side 29 - I know not the day of my death : now therefore take, I pray thee, thy weapons, thy quiver and thy bow, and go out to the field, and take me some venison ; and make me savoury meat, such as I love, and bring it to me, that I may eat; that my soul may bless thee before I die.
Side 61 - THE GOD of Nature and of Grace In all his works appears ; His goodness through the earth we trace, His grandeur in the spheres. Behold this fair and fertile globe, By Him in wisdom plann'd ; 'Twas He who girded, like a robe, The ocean round the land.
Side 63 - I praised the earth, in beauty seen With garlands gay of various green ; I praised the sea, whose ample field Shone glorious as a silver shield ; And earth and ocean seemed to say, ' Our beauties are but for a day.
Side 27 - And they blessed Rebekah, and said unto her. Thou art our sister; be thou the mother of thousands of millions, and let thy seed possess the gate of those which hate them.
Side 62 - In every stream his bounty flows, Diffusing joy and wealth ; In every breeze his Spirit blows, — The breath of life and health.
Side 30 - My father peradventure will feel me, and I shall seem to him as a deceiver; and I shall bring a curse upon me, and not a blessing.
Side 63 - I praised the moon, whose softer eye Gleam'd sweetly through the summer sky ! And moon and sun in answer said, " Our days of light are numbered !" O God ! O Good beyond compare ! If thus Thy meaner works are fair ! If thus Thy bounties gild the span Of ruin'd earth and sinful man, How glorious must the mansion be Where Thy redeem'd shall dwell with Thee ! FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

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