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Angry words are lightly spoken
In a rash and thoughtless hour; Brightest links of life are broken,
By their deep insidious power. Hearts inspired by warmest feeling,
Ne'er before by anger stirred,
By a single angry word.
Bitter poison drops are they,
Saddest memories of to-day. Angry words! oh, let them never
From thy tongue unbridled slip; May the heart's best impulse ever,
Check them ere they soil the lip. Love is much too pure and holy,
Friendship is too sacred far, For a moment's reckless folly
Thus to desolate and mar. Angry words are lightly spoken;
Bitterest thoughts are rashly stirred; Brightest links of life are broken.
By a single angry word. J. Middleton.
Angry looks can do no good,
And blows are dealt in blindness,
If spoken but in kindness.
Although by childhood muttered,
Or oaths that men have uttered. Foolish things are frowns and sneers,
Angry thoughts revealing; Better far to drown in tears, Harsh and angry feeling.
APOSTLES. He called unto Him His disciples, and of them He chose Twelve, whom also He named Apostles.--Luke, vi. 13.
And He said unto them, Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature. He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved, but he that believeth not shall be damned.-Mark, xvi. 15, 16.
Ye shall be witnesses unto me both in Jerusalem, and in all Judea, and in Samaria, and unto the uttermost part of the earth.--Acts, i. 8.
By the hands of the Apostles were many signs and wonders wrought among the people.--Acts, v. 12.
And He gave some, apostles, and some, prophets; and some, evangelists; and some, pastors and teachers.--Ephesians, iv. 11
And the wall of the city had twelve foundations, and in them the names of the twelve Apostles of the Lamb.--Revelations, xxi. 14.
But all his mind is bent to holiness,
Donne. For them the fullness of His might is shown, O'erleaping the strong bounds of Nature's law; Grim death for them contracts his hasty stride, And checks his dart, ev’n in the act to strike; His horrid messengers, disease and pain, Loose their remorseless grasp unwillingly, And leave their prey to ease and thankfulness; For them bright wisdom opens all her stores, Her golden treasures spreading to their view, Whilst Inspiration's all-enlivening light Hangs hovering o'er their heads in glittering blaze; Warmed by the ray, they pour the sacred strain In eloquence seraphic.
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene,
On friendship, kindred, or on love?
But they shall change, and variance prove.
Yet deem not on such parting sad,
Divided in this earthly race,
The faithful champions shall embrace.
Sit down, and take thy fill of joy
At God's right hand a bidden guest,
Eat of the bread that cannot waste.
Thou readest all thy Saviour meant,
In sweet reproof on thee was bent.
Rash was the tongue, and unadvisedly bold,
Above their fellows, in Messiah's reign
Of power the Saviour's bitter cup to drain,
My destined portion of Thy griefs to bear, Ev’n what Thou wilt! But chiefly grant, Thy face
Within Thy glory's realm to see, whene'er Most meet Thy wisdom deems; whate'er the place, It must be blest, for Thou, my God, art there.
Bp. Mant. Thy eloquence, O Paul, thy matchless tongue, With strong persuasion, as with magic's voice, From heathen darkness to the paths of light Led the benighted wanderers, who, like thee, Through superstition's gloomy mazes strayed, Till, Heaven's effulgence bursting on the view, To thy astonished and enraptured sight Revealed the glories of unfading day.
Whose is that sword—that voice and eye of flame,
That heart of unextinguishable ire?
Who bears the dungeon-keys; and bonds, and fire? Along his dark and withering path he cameDeath in his looks, and terror in his name,
Tempting the might of heaven's Eternal Sire.
Lo, the Light shone! the sun's veiled beams expireA Saviour's self a Saviour's lips proclaim! Whose is yon form stretched on the earth's cold bed,
With smitten soul, and tears of agony,
Rayless the orbs that flushed with victory.
'Tis pitiful To court a grin, when you should woo a soul; To break a jest, when pity would inspire Pathetic exhortation; and to address The skittish fancy with facetious tales, When sent with God's commission to the heart! So did not Paul. Direct me to a quip Or merry turn in all he ever wrote, And I consent you take it for your text, Your only one, till sides and benches fail. No, he was serious in a serious cause, And understood too well the mighty terms That he had taken in charge. He would not stoop To conquer those by jocular exploits, Whom truth and soberness assailed in vain.
Cowper. I think that look of Christ might seem to say:“Thou Peter' art thou then a common stone, Which I at last must break my head upon, For all God's charge to His high angels, may Guard my foot better? Did I yesterday Wash thy feet, my beloved, that they should run Quick to deny me 'neath the morning sun,And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray?' The cock crows coldly.-Go, and manifest A late contrition, but no bootless fear! For when thy deathly need is bitterest,
Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here-
Charles Jenner. A Cæsar's title less my envy moves, Than to be styled the man whom Jesus loves; What charms, what beauties in his face did shine, Reflected ever from the face divine! Wesley. Ye hallowed martyrs, who with fervent zeal, And more than mortal courage, greatly dared To preach the name of Jesus; ye, who stood The undaunted champions of eternal truth, Though maddened priests conspired, though princes
frowned, And persecution, with ingenious rage, Prepared ten thousand torments. William Bolland.
These, O Lord,