...as the hand of God wanders solemnly among the chords of the heart. They may tell us that it were " Better down nature's scale to roll, Far as the base,...conscious, reasoning soul, Impervious to the light of God." WRA ART. VI.— INFANCY. As saith " the Bard of holy faith, And calm philosophy," " Heaven itself dolh...

...quiet and calm of the eternal home, each child of His made strong through suffering : "And they enjoy that perfect presence of His face, which we, for want of words, call heaven." " 0 Christ ! . . . One by one unto Thy heart Thy kin shall gathered be, All pallid from the...

...greetings, appellations dear, That used through every nerve to thrill, I often hear, and only hear. О dreadful thought ! if by God's grace To souls like...presence of his face, Which we, for want of words, call heaven,— And unresponsive even there This heart of mine could slill remain, And its intrinsic evil...

...greetings, appellations dear, That used through every nerve to thrill, I often hear, and only hear. O dreadful thought ! if by God's grace To souls like...presence of his face, Which we, for want of words, call heaven,— And unresponsive even there This heart of mine could still remain, And its intrinsic evil...

...as the hand of God wanders solemnly among the chords of the heart. They may tell us that it were " Better down nature's scale to roll, Far as the base,...conscious, reasoning soul, Impervious to the light of God." w. RA ART. VI.— INFANCY. As saith " the Bard of holy faith, And calm philosophy," " Hqaven itself...

...as the hand of God wanders solemnly among the chords of the heart. They may tell us that it were " Better down nature's scale to roll, Far as the base,...Than rest, a conscious, reasoning soul, Impervious to.the light of God." w. RA ABT. VI.— INFANCY. As saith " the Bard of holy faith, And calm philosophy,"...

...greetings, appellations dear, That used through every nerve to thrill I often hear, and only hear. 0 dreadful thought ! if by God's grace To souls like...presence of his face, Which we, for want of words, call Heaven, — And unresponsive even there This heart of mine could still remain, And its intrinsic evil...

...greetings, appellations dear, That used through every nerve to thrill I often hear, and only hear. O dreadful thought ! if by God's grace To souls like...presence of his face, Which we, for want of words, call Heaven,— And unresponsive even there This heart of mine could still remain, And its intrinsic evil...

...and most delicate moral electrometer.* On one side is endless happiness, — the sight of God— " That perfect presence of His face Which we, for want of words, call Heaven," for those whom one frailty more, one added weakness, one hair's-breadth further transgression,...

...finest and most delicate moral electrometer.* On one side is endless happiness — the sight of God, " That perfect presence of His face Which we, for want of words, call Heaven" — for those whom one frailty more, one added weakness, one hair's-breadth further transgression,...