The Gospel missionary, 1851-68, 71-78, 81-1902

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Page 88 - Where is Thy reign of peace, And purity, and love ? When shall all hatred cease, As in the realms above ? When comes the promised time That war shall be no more, Oppression, lust and crime Shall flee Thy Face before?
Page 6 - JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run ; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
Page 31 - Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few : pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest.
Page 26 - Asleep in Jesus: far from thee Thy kindred and their graves may be ; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wakes to weep.
Page 32 - He that soweth little shall reap little ; and he that soweth plenteously shall reap plenteously. Let every man do according as he is disposed in his heart, not grudgingly, or of necessity ; for God loveth a cheerful giver.
Page 56 - Those chimes that tell a thousand tales, Sweet tales of olden time ! And ring a thousand memories At vesper, and at prime ; At bridal and at burial, For cottager and king — Those chimes — those glorious Christian chimes, How blessedly they ring...
Page 88 - Men scorn Thy sacred Name, And wolves devour Thy fold ; By many deeds of shame We learn that love grows cold. O'er heathen lands afar Thick darkness broodeth yet : Arise, O morning Star, Arise, and never set.
Page 56 - ... With all this soul of mine, And bless the LORD that I am sprung Of good old English line ! And, like a son, I sing the lay That England's glory tells ; For she is lovely to the LORD, For you, ye Christian bells ! And heir of her ancestral fame...
Page 89 - one half of the world does not know how the other half lives.
Page 56 - The chimes of England, how they peal From tower and Gothic pile, Where hymn and swelling anthem fill The dim cathedral aisle ; Where windows bathe the holy light On priestly heads that falls, And stain the florid tracery And banner-dighted* walls.

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