 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...  Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature - Page 3551851Full view - About this book
 | Murdoch, D. (ed.) - 1971 - 108 pages
...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... | |
 | Charles Lowe, Henry Wilder Foote, John Hopkins Morison, Henry H. Barber, Joseph Henry Allen, James De Normandie - 1887
...only the type survives. And so " 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 bands of faith, and grope. And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | John Harvey Francis - 1929 - 242 pages
...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, 130 115-26. The desire for immortality is surely a proof that we have a soul, and that we resemble... | |
 | Rossiter Johnson - 1876
...She often brings but one to bear, I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares D h I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | 1902
...saw in faith when he sang : — " 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 faint hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord... | |
 | 1912
...Her secret meaning in her deeds. 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. ' ' From the vantage ground of conquered appendiceal pathology we see the colon doomed to follow in... | |
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