Lyra Apostolica. [The "advertisement" Signed J.H. N., I.e. John H. Newman.]

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1879 - 256 pages

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Page 170 - Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse, That there may be meat in mine house, And prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of hosts, If I will not open you the windows of heaven, And pour you out a blessing, that there shall not be room enough to receive it.
Page 16 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Page 73 - P>RUNE thou thy words, the thoughts control That o'er thee swell and throng ; They will condense within thy soul, And change to purpose strong. But he who lets his feelings run In soft, luxurious flow, Shrinks when hard service must be done, And faints at every woe.
Page 83 - And Uriah said unto David, The ark, and Israel, and Judah, abide in tents; and my lord Joab, and the servants of my lord, are encamped in the open fields; shall I then go into mine house, to eat and to drink, and to lie with my wife? as thou livest, and as thy soul liveth, I will not do this thing.
Page 5 - And there shall in no wise enter into it any thing that defileth, neither whatsoever worketh abomination, or maketh a lie : but they which are written in the Lamb's book of life.
Page 212 - Then the same day at evening, being the first day of the week, when the doors were shut where the disciples were assembled for fear of the Jews, came Jesus and stood in the midst, and saith unto them, Peace be unto you.
Page 80 - TIME was, I shrank from what was right From fear of what was wrong ; I would not brave the sacred fight, Because the foe was strong. But now I cast that finer sense And sorer shame aside ; Such dread of sin was indolence, Such aim at Heaven was pride.
Page 23 - When Heaven sends sorrow, Warnings go first, Lest it should burst With stunning might On souls too bright To fear the morrow. Can science bear us To the hid springs Of human things? Why may not dream, Or thought's day-gleam, Startle, yet cheer us? Are such thoughts fetters, While faith disowns Dread of earth's tones, Recks but Heaven's call, And on the wall, Reads but Heaven's letters?
Page 51 - WEEP not for me ; — Be blithe as wont, nor tinge with gloom The stream of love that circles home, Light hearts and free ! Joy in the gifts Heaven's bounty lends ; Nor miss my face, dear friends ! I still am near ; — Watching the smiles I prized on earth, Your converse mild, your blameless mirth ; Now too I hear Of whisper'd sounds the tale complete, Low prayers, and musings sweet.
Page 39 - Without father, without mother, without descent, having neither beginning of days, nor end of life; but made like unto the Son of God; abideth a priest continually.

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