Sacred poetry: consisting of selections from the works of the most admired writers, ed. by H. StebbingHenry Stebbing Scott, Webster, and Geary, 1832 - Всего страниц: 496 |
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... Spring Star of Bethlehem Storm , The Sunday Morning • Sweetbriar , Ode to a , in india Tears Temporals and Spirituals Temple above , The Tenderness , Maternal Threnodia Tidings , The Stranger's Time , feetness of Times past Revived ...
... Spring Star of Bethlehem Storm , The Sunday Morning • Sweetbriar , Ode to a , in india Tears Temporals and Spirituals Temple above , The Tenderness , Maternal Threnodia Tidings , The Stranger's Time , feetness of Times past Revived ...
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... spring shall return and a lover bestow , And thy bosom no trace of misfortune retain . Yet if pity inspire thee , ah , cease not thy lay , Mourn , sweetest complainer , man calls thee to mourn O soothe him whose pleasures like thine ...
... spring shall return and a lover bestow , And thy bosom no trace of misfortune retain . Yet if pity inspire thee , ah , cease not thy lay , Mourn , sweetest complainer , man calls thee to mourn O soothe him whose pleasures like thine ...
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... spring visit the mouldering urn ! O when shall it dawn on the night of the grave ! " Twas thus by the glare of false science betrayed , That leads to bewilder , and dazzles to blind ; My thoughts wont to roam from shade onward to shade ...
... spring visit the mouldering urn ! O when shall it dawn on the night of the grave ! " Twas thus by the glare of false science betrayed , That leads to bewilder , and dazzles to blind ; My thoughts wont to roam from shade onward to shade ...
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... springs , They that still watch , and for Christ's coming wait , Can turn away from , or despise the bait . Flesh . Must I be made the foot - ball of disdain ? And call'd a precise fool or puritan ? Spirit . Remember him that did ...
... springs , They that still watch , and for Christ's coming wait , Can turn away from , or despise the bait . Flesh . Must I be made the foot - ball of disdain ? And call'd a precise fool or puritan ? Spirit . Remember him that did ...
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... spring shews that life was in the root . Souls are the roots of bodies : Christ the head Is root of both , and will revive the dead . Our sun still shineth when with us its night : When he returns , we shall shine in his light . Souls ...
... spring shews that life was in the root . Souls are the roots of bodies : Christ the head Is root of both , and will revive the dead . Our sun still shineth when with us its night : When he returns , we shall shine in his light . Souls ...
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angels art thou beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blood breast breath bright CHARLES WESLEY CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT cheer Christ clouds COUNT ZINZENDORF dark dead dear death divine doth dread dust dwell earth eternal eyes faith Father fear flesh flow foes friends glorious glory glows God's grace grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope HORATIUS BONAR hour HYMN immortal Ithuriel King Lamb Lamb of God life's light live Lord mercy morn mortal mountains mourn ne'er night o'er pain peace pleasure praise pray prayer RAY PALMER rest rise sacred Satan Saviour Selia seraph shade shine sing sinners sins skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sweet talked of Jesus tears tempest thee thine things Thou art Thou hast Thou wilt thought throne Thy love trembling Twas unto voice weary weep word
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Стр. 451 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Стр. 103 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Стр. 336 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Стр. 88 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, "While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide ; Oh, receive my soul at last...
Стр. 99 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Стр. 450 - WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. O, how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ! But Thou canst read it there.
Стр. 81 - That thus they all shall meet in future days; There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Стр. 337 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Стр. 190 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Стр. 100 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.