 I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And...  Littell's Living Age - Strana 1311851Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | 1869
...possible with God. While proudly disregarding the light of revelation, philosophy can but stumble, even " Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God." Bat the man who feels after the great Revealer " if haply he may find him," is not left to walk in... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 str.
...She often brings but one lo bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | 1875 - 544 str.
...truths being brought to light. In any case, however, the knowledge only carries us back a step or two " Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God." If the chemist, the statist, the astronomer, lose themselves — as they delight to do — in the inquiry... | |
 | 1864 - 704 str.
...unseen God keep« ? and— " Faltering where he firmly trod, And fulling 'neath his weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs, . That slope through darkness up to God," is it any wonder if he longs for some personal manifestation of God, euch ai takes place in Christ... | |
 | 1850 - 602 str.
...She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my wait of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs, That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | Alfred Tennyson Baron Tennyson - 1850 - 272 str.
...She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | 1850 - 550 str.
...She often brings but one to bear ; I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | 1851 - 608 str.
...death — one more example of hope blighted, of promise unfulfilled — one more manifestation of that mysterious Providence, whose ways baffle our ken,...neglected, and gifts abused ? Their sun went down 'ere noon ; Ai* sun struggled on through cloud and storm to eventide. We all know the proverb, nil mail de moriuis... | |
 | Elizabeth Nicholson - 1853 - 412 str.
...brown, on kindred brows. * # * * I falter where I firmly trod, And, falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | 1853 - 442 str.
...brown, on kindred brows. * * # * I falter where I firmly trod, And, falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God ; I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
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