Primitive Christianity Revived, Again
I find my old accustomed place among
My brethren, here, perchance, no human tongue
Shall utter words; where never hymn is sung,
Nor deep-toned organ blown, nor censer swung
Nor dim light falling through the pictured pane!
There, syllabled by silence, let me hear
The still small voice which reached the prophets ear;
Read in my heart a still diviner law
Than Israel's leader on his tables saw!
here let…
Added by Josh Nichols on 11th mo. 7, 2011 at 6:30pm — No Comments
Added by Josh Nichols on 11th mo. 22, 2010 at 4:59am — 1 Comment
that of Godto speak.
Added by Josh Nichols on 11th mo. 9, 2010 at 10:23pm — 4 Comments
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