 | James Arbuckle - 1734 - Страниц: 456
...prefent GOD ! Thro' cleaving Aiy I fee the Throne, and fee the JES US there Plac'd en the Right. He jhews the Wounds he bore, (My Fervours oft have won him thus before) How pleas' d he looks ! My Words have reach' d his Ear ; He bids the Gates unbar, and calls me near' S... | |
 | Thomas Parnell - 1758 - Страниц: 304
...have won him thus before,) V How pleas'd he looks ! my words have reach 'd his ear, .-.-..• . . J* He bids the Gates unbar and calls me near.'* She ceas'd : The cloud on whicl,i me feem'd to tread, It's curls unfolded, and around her fpread ; Bright Angels waft their wings... | |
 | Thomas Parnell - 1760 - Страниц: 268
...fervours oft have won him thus before) [ear; ' How pleas 'd he looks ! my words have reach'd his " He bids the gates unbar, and calls me near.' She ceas'd. The cloud on which fhe feem'd to tread. It's curls unfolded, and around her fpread } Bright Bright Angels waft their wings... | |
 | Thomas Parnell - 1760 - Страниц: 268
...! Thro' cleaving air € I fee the throne, and fee the JESUS there ' Plac'd on the right. He fliews the wounds he bore, ' (My fervours oft have won him thus before) [ear; ' How pleas'd he looks ! my words have reach'd his * He bids the gates unbar, and calls me near.'.... | |
 | Thomas Parnell - 1767 - Страниц: 250
...GOD ! thro' cleaving air * I fee the throne ! I fee the JE sus there ! ' Plac'd on the right; he mows the wounds he bore! ' (My fervours oft have won him...and calls me near.' She ceas'd. The cloud on which fhe feem'd to tread, Its curls unfolded, and around her fpread ; Bright angels waft their wings to... | |
 | Thomas Parnell - 1767 - Страниц: 250
...thro' cleaving air :A ' I fee the throne ! I fee the JE sus there ! " Plac'd on the right ; he fhows the wounds he bore •' ' (My fervours oft have won...thus before) ' How pleas'd he looks ! my words have reach 'd hiseafs ' He bids the gates unbar, and calls me near.' She ceas'd. The cloud on which fhe... | |
 | Thomas Parnell - 1770 - Страниц: 294
...ferrours oft have won him thus before) [ear ; * How pleas'd he looks ! my words have reach'd his c He bids the gates unbar, and calls me near.' She ceas'd. The cloudon which fhe feem'd to tread, It's curls unfolded, and around her fpread j Bright Bright Angels... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - Страниц: 428
...fee the Jefus -there " Pfat'd on/ the right. He fcews the wounds he bore " (My fervours oft have-won him. thus before) ; " How pleas'd he looks ! my words...and calls me near." She ceas'd. The cloud on which (he feem'd to tread Its curls unfolded, and around her fprend ; Bright Angels waft their wings-to raii'e... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - Страниц: 936
..." I fee .the throne, and fee the Jefus there " PLac'd on the right. He fhews the wounds he bor« " (My fervours oft have won him. thus before) ; " How pleas'd he looks! my words have reach'd his ear j " He bids the gates unbar ; and calls me near." She ceas'd. The cloud on which me feem'd to tread... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - Страниц: 424
...(My fervours oft have won him thus before) ; " Howpleas'd he looks ! my words have reach'd his eap j •'He bids the gates unbar; and calls me near." She ceas'd. The cloud on which flie feem'd to tread Its curls unfolded, and around her fpread ; Bright Angels waft their wings to... | |
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Tis God ! a present God ! through cleaving air I see the throne, and see the Jesus there Plac'd on the right. He shows the wounds he bore, (My fervours oft have won him thus before) ; How pleas'd he looks ! my words have reach'd his ear ; He bids the... 
