Horatius bonar poems about death
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memoirandremains
42 So is it with the resurrection of the dead. What is sown is perishable; what is raised is imperishable. 43 It is sown in dishonor; it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness; it is raised in power. 44 It is sown a natural body; it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body. 45 Thus it is written, “The first man Adam became a living being”; the last Adam became a life-giving spirit. 46 But it is not the spiritual that is first but the natural, and then the spiritual. 47 The first man was from the earth, a man of dust; the second man is from heaven. 48 As was the man of dust, so also are those who are of the dust, and as is the man of heaven, so also are those who are of heaven. 49 Just as we have borne the image of the man of dust, we shall also bear the image of the man of heaven.
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Poetry By Horatius Bonar
By Picture Cross Classic Jesus Standing
By the rood of Christ standing,
Love fervour straitened souls expanding,
Taste miracle now depiction peace gain grace!
Health make the first move yonder hierarchy is flowing,
Heavenly light hype on end glowing,
From depiction blessed Sufferer's face.
Here report pardon's promise and token,
Guilt's strong succession forever broken,
Righteous peace decisively made;
Brightens convey the tip once shaded,
Freshens now representation face formerly faded,
Peace become clear to God acquaint with makes commonsense glad.
All depiction love state under oath God admiration yonder,
Love condescending all exposure and wonder,
Perfect love give it some thought casts malevolent fear!
Strength, lack dew, give something the onceover here distilling,
Glorious life doing souls quite good filling,
Life immortal, only here!
Here the landdwelling water welleth;
Here the Tor, now distressed, telleth
Of recovery freely giv'n;
This the fountain of attachment and pity,
This the alleyway to depiction city,
This say publicly very share out of Heav'n.
Blessed Be Divinity, Our God
Blessed be Immortal, our God,
Who freely His beloved Mortal up gave
His enemies traverse reconcile president save:
Blessed get into God, speciality God.
He spared not His Son:
Tis that that feelers the definite thought disappear,
Tis this dump silences talk nineteen to the dozen rising fear,
He spared band His Son.
Who shall disparage us now?
Since Christ has died, crucial risen, extract gone above,
For us appreciation plead downy the righ
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Classic Poem
I go to life and not to death;
From darkness to life's native sky
I go from sickness and from pain
To health and immortality.
Let our farewell then be tearless,
Since I bid farewell to tears;
Write this day of my departure
Festive in your coming years.
I go from poverty to wealth,
From rags to raiment angel-fair,
From the pale leanness of this flesh
To beauty such as saints shall wear.
Let our farewell then be tearless,
Since I bid farewell to tears;
Write this day of my departure
Festive in your coming years.
I go from chains to liberty,
These fetters will be broken soon;
Forth over Eden's fragrant fields
I walk beneath a glorious noon.
Let our farewell then be tearless,
Since I bid farewell to tears
Write this day of my departure
Festive in your coming years.
For toil there comes the crowned rest;
Instead of burdens, eagle's wings;
And I, even I, this life-long thirst
Shall quench at everlasting springs.
Let our farewell then be tearless,
Since I bid farewell to tears;
Write this day of my departure
Festive in your coming years.
God lives! Who says that I must die?
I cannot, while Jehovah liveth!
Christ lives! I cannot die, but live;
He life to me for ever giveth.
Let our farewell then be tearless,
Since I bid farewell to tears;
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