Lays of the Kirk and CovenantR. Carter & Bros., 1852 - 257 páginas |
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Página 69 - Moreover also I gave them my sabbaths, to be a sign between me and them, that they might know that I am the Lord that sanctify them.
Página 49 - Were drop by drop withheld, and day by day. My blessed Master saved me from repining, So tenderly He sued me for His own ; So beautiful He made my babe's declining, Its dying blessed me as its birth had done.
Página 240 - Who drank from the scenery of beauty but sorrow, For they knew that their blood would bedew it to-morrow. 'Twas the few faithful ones who with Cameron were lying...
Página 243 - A chariot of fire through the dark cloud descended; Its drivers were angels on horses of whiteness, And its burning wheels turned on axles of brightness. A seraph unfolded its doors bright and shining, All dazzling like gold of the seventh refining ; And the souls that came forth out of great tribulation, Have mounted the chariot and steeds of salvation.
Página 237 - To the muirland of mist where the martyrs lay ; Where Cameron's sword and his Bible are seen, Engraved on the stone where the heather grows green. 'Twas a dream of those ages of darkness and blood, When the minister's home was the mountain and wood; When in Wellwood's dark valley the standard of Zion, All bloody and torn 'mong the heather was lying.
Página 241 - With eyes turned to heaven in calm resignation, They sung their last song to the God of Salvation. The hills with the deep mournful music were ringing, The curlew and plover in concert were singing ; But the melody died 'mid derision and laughter, As the host of ungodly rushed on to the slaughter.
Página 50 - Marking how each the other fondly cherished, And fed them from my baby's dimpled hand ! So tame they grew, that, to his cradle flying, Full oft they cooed him to his noon-tide rest ; And to the murmurs of his sleep replying, Crept gently in, and nestled in his breast.
Página 198 - There was a sort of an invitation sent over the kingdom, like a hue and cry, to all persons to accept of benefices in the west.
Página 49 - So tenderly He sued me for His own ; So beautiful He made my babe's declining, Its dying blessed me as its birth had done. And daily to my board at noon and even Our fading flower I bade his mother bring, That we might commune of our rest in Heaven, Gazing the while on death, without its sting. And of the ransom for that baby paid So very sweet at times our converse seemed, That the sure truth of grief a gladness made : Our little lamb by God's own Lamb redeemed ! There were two milk-white doves...
Página 93 - He had a strange utterance in the pulpit, a kind of skreigh that I never heard the like. Many times I thought he would have flown out of the pulpit when he came to speak of Jesus Christ ; he was never in his right element but when he was commending him.