Return unto thy rest, my soul,
From all the wanderings of thy thought,
From sickness unto death made whole,
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
-- James Montgomery (1771-1854)
-- Rest for the Soul
From all the wanderings of thy thought,
From sickness unto death made whole,
Safe through a thousand perils brought.
-- James Montgomery (1771-1854)
-- Rest for the Soul
Related:
- Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
Old Testament -- Psalm cxix,... - Have but one God: thy knees were sore
If bent in prayer to three or four.
Adore no images save those The coinage of thy country... - This is thy hour, O Soul;
Thy free flight into the wordless
Away from books,
from art. The day erased; the lesson done. Thee fully... - Lying lips are abomination to the Lord; but they that deal truly are his
delight.
A soft answer turneth away wrath; but grievous words... - T is not the whole of life to live,
Nor all of death to die.
James Montgomery (1771-1854) -- The Issues of Life... - T is strange that death should sing.
I am the cygnet to this pale faint swan,
Who chants a doleful hymn to his own death, And from... - They told me you had proven it When they discovered our results
About a month before.
Their hair began to curl The proof was valid, more...
