Tales of early loveTo sweethearts, wife, mother, native land, church, God . dead souls eternal life. In manifested powr and love He makes our bodies his abode,And fleshly tabernacles prove The temples of the living God. hj him, through Jesus, we obtain Access to thee, and in thee live;And with thee. Father, all things gain, That man can need or God can give. The universe at thy command Lays its rich treasures at our feet, And as we in thine image stand. Thy presence makes our bliss complete. THE APOSTLES CREED IN VERSE. I BELIEVE in God the Father, The almighty, the divine,Father of my Lord an
Tales of early loveTo sweethearts, wife, mother, native land, church, God . dead souls eternal life. In manifested powr and love He makes our bodies his abode,And fleshly tabernacles prove The temples of the living God. hj him, through Jesus, we obtain Access to thee, and in thee live;And with thee. Father, all things gain, That man can need or God can give. The universe at thy command Lays its rich treasures at our feet, And as we in thine image stand. Thy presence makes our bliss complete. THE APOSTLES CREED IN VERSE. I BELIEVE in God the Father, The almighty, the divine,Father of my Lord and Saviour, And, O blessed thought! hes believe in God the Father; Not in chance nor gloomy fate:That twas he with wondrous wisdom Did the universe create:That he made the earth and heavns For the children of his love,And intends that they shall ever Dwell in bUss with him above. 62 TALES OF EARLY LOVE. He is my own loving Father,No poor orphan waif am I; Im an heir of endless glory,Im a child of the Most High. I believe in our Lord Jesus,The divine, anointed One;. Born of blessed Virgin Mary. He alone is the Begotten,He is the Eternal Son. Born of blessed Virgin Mary,By the Holy Ghost conceived. He was love divine, incarnate,Yet by men was not received. SELECTED POEMS. 63 That he, under Pontius Pilate, Suffered, bled, was crucified,Bearing all our sins upon him, When in agony he died. I believe his body buried Lay in Josephs marble tombTill the third auspicious morning When he left its dismal gloom :Then oer death and hell triumphant He ascended into heavn,At the right hand of the Father, Where to him all powr is givn. On his great white throne descending, He will judge the quick and dead,When the awe-struck earth and heavens From before his face have fled. I adore thee, Lord and Saviour, For thou wast and art divine,On the throne of Triune Godhead, Or in this poor heart of adore thee in the mystry That incarnates deity,1\\ the judgment hall of Pilate, In expiring
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