Comfortable Faith e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. He needs no converse nor companionship, In cold starlight, whence thou canst not come, The undelivered tidings in his breast, Will not let him rest. He looks down upon the immemorable throng, And binds the ages with a song. And through the accents of our time, There throbs the message of eternity.