The Sunday Book of PoetryMacmillan, 1865 - Всего страниц: 318 A collection of religious poetry for children. Also includes prayers and hymns. |
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... Blest be Thy love , dear Lord , That taught us this sweet way Only to love Thee for Thyself , And for that love obey . O Thou , our soul's chief hope ! We to thy mercy fly ; Where'er we are , Thou canst protect , Whate'er we need ...
... Blest be Thy love , dear Lord , That taught us this sweet way Only to love Thee for Thyself , And for that love obey . O Thou , our soul's chief hope ! We to thy mercy fly ; Where'er we are , Thou canst protect , Whate'er we need ...
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... blest Thy creature is , O God , When with a single eye He views the lustre of Thy word , The day - spring from on high . Through all the storms that veil the skies , And frown on earthly things , The Sun of Righteousness he eyes With ...
... blest Thy creature is , O God , When with a single eye He views the lustre of Thy word , The day - spring from on high . Through all the storms that veil the skies , And frown on earthly things , The Sun of Righteousness he eyes With ...
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... blest . Again Thou spakest , Lord of power , And straight the land was seen All clad with tree , and herb , and flower , A robe of lustrous green : Like souls , wherein the hidden strength Of their new birth is waked at length , When ...
... blest . Again Thou spakest , Lord of power , And straight the land was seen All clad with tree , and herb , and flower , A robe of lustrous green : Like souls , wherein the hidden strength Of their new birth is waked at length , When ...
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... LVII T. Whytehead THE SEVENTH DAY OF CREATION Sabbath of the saints of old , Day of mysteries manifold ; By the great Creator blest , Type of His eternal rest : I with thoughts of thee would seek To sanctify the 66 The Sunday.
... LVII T. Whytehead THE SEVENTH DAY OF CREATION Sabbath of the saints of old , Day of mysteries manifold ; By the great Creator blest , Type of His eternal rest : I with thoughts of thee would seek To sanctify the 66 The Sunday.
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... blest destroyer comes not there To interrupt the sacred cheer : Upon their doors he read , and understood God's protection writ in blood ; Well was he skill'd i ' the character divine ; And though he pass'd by it in haste , He bow'd and ...
... blest destroyer comes not there To interrupt the sacred cheer : Upon their doors he read , and understood God's protection writ in blood ; Well was he skill'd i ' the character divine ; And though he pass'd by it in haste , He bow'd and ...
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angels art thou Ben Jonson beneath bird bless blest breast breath bright calm child Christ cloud dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream dust E'en earth eternal evermore eyes faith faithless fear flowers gaze glorious glory God's golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heavenly Henry Hart Milman holy Holy habits Holy Holy hope hour HYMN Jesus John Dryden John Milton Keble king Lamb of God land light live look'd Lord lowly Miserere morn ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace praise prayer rest round sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star star of Bethlehem strife sweet Sweet day tears thee thine Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice wave weary weep wild William Walsham wind wings word Wykeham's
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Стр. 2 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters Heaven with prayer.
Стр. 97 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe ! How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Стр. 250 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled Heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand.
Стр. 218 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live !" I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.
Стр. 111 - 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. 237 - What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep, The patriot's voice to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown to light the brows,— He giveth his beloved sleep...
Стр. 8 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Стр. 142 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Стр. 143 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Стр. 192 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.