Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - Всего страниц: 609 |
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... hear us pray Let me live to thee • 191 186 180 179 • Let us not lose thee yet 183 • Love led them on 185 Lift the heart and bend the knee 181 Land for the broken - hearted 194 Luther's Psalm 193 " Lord ! why is this ? " I trembling ...
... hear us pray Let me live to thee • 191 186 180 179 • Let us not lose thee yet 183 • Love led them on 185 Lift the heart and bend the knee 181 Land for the broken - hearted 194 Luther's Psalm 193 " Lord ! why is this ? " I trembling ...
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... hear the rustling wing Which spoke the angel nigh , who gave Its virtue to that holy spring , With patience and with hope endued , Were seen the gathered multitude . Among them there was one whose eye Had often seen the waters stirred ...
... hear the rustling wing Which spoke the angel nigh , who gave Its virtue to that holy spring , With patience and with hope endued , Were seen the gathered multitude . Among them there was one whose eye Had often seen the waters stirred ...
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... hear the sounds of life and love , Which tell the visitant is nigh ; They see the troubled waters move , Whose touch alone might health supply ; But weak of faith , infirm of will , Are powerless , helpless , hopeless still . Saviour ...
... hear the sounds of life and love , Which tell the visitant is nigh ; They see the troubled waters move , Whose touch alone might health supply ; But weak of faith , infirm of will , Are powerless , helpless , hopeless still . Saviour ...
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... hear the unmannered mirth . ANON . A Voice is on Mine Ear . A VOICE is on mine ear — a solemn voice : I come , I come , it calls me to my rest ; Faint not my yearning heart , rejoice , rejoice , Soon shalt thou reach the gardens of the ...
... hear the unmannered mirth . ANON . A Voice is on Mine Ear . A VOICE is on mine ear — a solemn voice : I come , I come , it calls me to my rest ; Faint not my yearning heart , rejoice , rejoice , Soon shalt thou reach the gardens of the ...
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... hear sweet voices from my childhood's home , And from my father's grave - I come , I come ! : Blest be the warning sound my mother's eyes Dwell on my memory yet , her parting tears , And from the grave where my young sister lies , Who ...
... hear sweet voices from my childhood's home , And from my father's grave - I come , I come ! : Blest be the warning sound my mother's eyes Dwell on my memory yet , her parting tears , And from the grave where my young sister lies , Who ...
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adore angels ANON beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blossom breast breath bright brow child clouds crown dark death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair faith Father fear FELICIA HEMANS flame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN HENRY VAUGHAN HENRY W Here's love holy hope hour hymn immortal JOHN KEBLE let thy life's light live Lord MATTHEW PRIOR mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest ROBERT POLLOK round sacred Saviour shade shalt shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet swelling tears thee thine THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto voice wave weary WILLIAM COWPER winds wings
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Стр. 521 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Стр. 532 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Стр. 117 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Стр. 177 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Стр. 190 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Стр. 178 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Стр. 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Стр. 113 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Стр. 380 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.
Стр. 178 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix, And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.