...pleafures, I have oft feen fuddenly quenched ; and can that from heaven, hea* venly, be quenched too ? Oh that I had wings like a dove, that I might flee away to thofe comforts and pleafures, which never fail, where there UI ulndo of. joy, und that for evermore...

...this not take my heart off it ; and crucify me to it ? Can I forbear to cry out with the pfalmift, " O that I had wings like a dove, " that I might flee away, and be at reft ?'* for wha£ reft iri fuch a diforderly place of uproar and confufion ? What tranquillity, in...

...in producing briars and 1 thorns, which prick his feet, and retard his pace, and make him cry out, " O that I had wings like a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest." Or, in the language of an inspired apostle, " O wretched man that I am !".... Such a wilderness is...

...hot displeasure. Attend unto me and hear me ; I mourn in my corn;p5aint, and make a noise. And I said O that I had wings like a dove, that "I . might flee away and be at rest. Se then. I would wander afar off, and remain, in the wilderness. God be merciful unto us and bless...

...have not jet begun the warfare. 31st. My soul is exceedingly sorrowful and weary, because of sin. Oh, that I had wings, like a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest. I hoped that through grace I had walked more carefully, more warily of late, and trusted that, at this...

...have not yet begun the warfare. 31st. My soul is exceedingly sorrowful and weary, because of sin. Oh, that I had wings, like a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest. I hoped that through grace I had walked more carefully, more warily of late, and trusted that, at this...

...time for me now to consider myself a stranger and pilgrim on earth." He would often say, "O that I bad wings like a dove, that I might flee away and be at...by travelling, and said there was great justice in Ihe remark of Jeremy Taylor, that "no one can be devout who leads a. wandering life." The thought of...

...or a brother — have been conveyed to the silent tomb, have you not thought within yourself, " Oh, that I had wings like a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest! " I would soon be where they are ! How my soul yearns to rejoin them ! — this world, this vain empty...

...less than sentiment and taste for the poetic and the picturesque, might well dictate the desire, ' O, that I had wings like a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest,'—that for one day my spirit might repose from the hurry and the hum of men, pillowed upon Nature's...

...than sentiment and taste for the poetic and the picturesque, might well dictate the desire, " O that 1 had wings like a dove, that I might flee away and be at rest," that for a season my spirit might repose from the hurry and the hum of men, pillowed upon nature's...