The hills of the Shatemuc, by the author of 'The wide, wide world'.

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Page 65 - Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall; but they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.
Page 333 - Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off.
Page 66 - Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night. And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.
Page 64 - As an eagle stirreth up her nest, fluttereth over her young, spreadeth abroad her wings, taketh them, beareth them on her wings; so the Lord alone did lead him, and there was no strange god with him.
Page 398 - As the mountains are round about Jerusalem, so the LORD is round about his people from henceforth even for ever.
Page 66 - And he shall be like a tree planted by the water-side, that will bring forth his fruit in due season. His leaf also shall not wither; and look, whatsoever he doeth, it shall prosper.
Page 321 - May our light be always burning, And our loins be girded round, Waiting for our Lord's returning, — Longing for the welcome sound. Thus the Christian life adorning, Never need we be afraid, Should he come at night or morning, Early dawn, or evening shade.
Page 19 - There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know; Blest seats, through rude and stormy scenes I onward press to you.
Page 331 - Who would have thought my shrivelled heart Could have recovered greenness? It was gone Quite underground; as flowers depart To see their mother-root, when they have blown; Where they together All the hard weather, Dead to the world, keep house unknown. These are thy wonders, Lord of power, Killing and quickening, bringing down to hell And up to heaven in an hour; Making a chiming of a passing-bell. We say amiss This or that is; Thy word is all, if we could spell.
Page 299 - A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye ; Or if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the heaven espy. All may of Thee partake : Nothing can be so mean, Which with this tincture (for Thy sake) Will not grow bright and clean. A servant with this clause Makes drudgery divine : Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, Makes that and th

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