Eighteen Years in Uganda & East Africa, àÅèÁ·Õè 1

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˹éÒ 96 - With aching hands and bleeding feet We dig and heap, lay stone on stone ; We bear the burden and the heat Of the long day, and wish 'twere done. Not till the hours of light return, All we have built do we discern.
˹éÒ 113 - Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main. And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, comes in the light; In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward, look, the land is bright.
˹éÒ 55 - twas an unimaginable sight ! Clouds, mists, streams, watery rocks and emerald turf, Clouds of all tincture, rocks and sapphire sky, Confused, commingled, mutually inflamed, Molten together, and composing thus, Each lost in each, that marvellous array Of temple, palace, citadel, and huge Fantastic pomp of structure without name, In fleecy folds voluminous, enwrapped.
˹éÒ 70 - LORD, it belongs not to my care Whether I die or live; To love and serve Thee is my share, And this Thy grace must give.
˹éÒ 256 - That friend of mine who lives in God, That God, which ever lives and loves, One God, one law, one element, And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creation moves.
˹éÒ 50 - Of the lonely belfry and the dead; For suddenly all his thoughts are bent On a shadowy something far away, Where the river widens to meet the bay,— A line of black that bends and floats...
˹éÒ 194 - I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
˹éÒ 278 - Which alone spreadeth out the heavens, and treadeth upon the waves of the sea.
˹éÒ 21 - Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might; Thou, Lord, their captain in the well-fought fight; Thou in the darkness drear their one true light: Alleluia! O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, And win, with them, the victor's crown of gold: Alleluia! O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine: Alleluia!
˹éÒ 147 - A man that looks on glass, On it may stay his eye; Or, if he pleaseth, through it pass, And then the Heaven espy. All may of thee partake : Nothing can be so mean Which with his tincture, (for thy sake) Will not grow bright and clean.

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