THE SINNER SAVED.
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THE SINNER SAVED.
"Come unto Me, all ye that labour and are heavy-laden, and I will give you rest."—Matt. xi. 28.
"Tell me, happy Pilgrim,
How you sought and found
All your peace and gladness,
On this barren ground.
Why are all our pleasures
Dull and tame to you;
And your anxious hours
Seem so far and few?"
How you sought and found
All your peace and gladness,
On this barren ground.
Why are all our pleasures
Dull and tame to you;
And your anxious hours
Seem so far and few?"
"Not from Earth or Nature,
Stranger, doth it spring;
Birds that build the lowest
Soar aloft to sing.
So my strain is gladdest
When aloft I rise,
Farthest from my earth-nest,
Nearest to the skies!
Stranger, doth it spring;
Birds that build the lowest
Soar aloft to sing.
So my strain is gladdest
When aloft I rise,
Farthest from my earth-nest,
Nearest to the skies!
"Once, like you, I questioned:
Life seemed nothing worth;
Death, a gloomy vision!—
And I wandered forth,
Life seemed nothing worth;
Death, a gloomy vision!—
And I wandered forth,
