Selections from the Christian Poets, Ancient and ModernSeeleye, 1851 - Всего страниц: 431 |
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... Such extreme affliction brooking , Born of woman , would not weep ? Who on Christ's fond mother thinking , Would not share her sorrows deep ? For His people's sins rejected , She her Jesus , BY THE CROSS, SAD VIGIL KEEPING.
... Such extreme affliction brooking , Born of woman , would not weep ? Who on Christ's fond mother thinking , Would not share her sorrows deep ? For His people's sins rejected , She her Jesus , BY THE CROSS, SAD VIGIL KEEPING.
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... deep devotion , Make me feel her strong emotion , Fount of love , Redeemer kind ! That my heart fresh ardour proving , Thee my God and Saviour loving , May with Thee acceptance find ! GETHSEMANE . WHO hath believed our report ? to whom 7.
... deep devotion , Make me feel her strong emotion , Fount of love , Redeemer kind ! That my heart fresh ardour proving , Thee my God and Saviour loving , May with Thee acceptance find ! GETHSEMANE . WHO hath believed our report ? to whom 7.
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... footsteps fail , Lift for his grace thy louder cries , So shalt thou cleansed and stronger rise . If haply still thy mental shade Deep as the midnight's gloom be made , On the sure faithful arm divine Firm let thy fastening 30.
... footsteps fail , Lift for his grace thy louder cries , So shalt thou cleansed and stronger rise . If haply still thy mental shade Deep as the midnight's gloom be made , On the sure faithful arm divine Firm let thy fastening 30.
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... smoothed the Tyrrhene seas . Think , O my soul , devoutly think , How , with affrighted eyes , Thou sawest the wide extended deep In all its horrors rise ! Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord , HOW ARE THY SERVANTS BLEST, O LORD.
... smoothed the Tyrrhene seas . Think , O my soul , devoutly think , How , with affrighted eyes , Thou sawest the wide extended deep In all its horrors rise ! Yet then from all my griefs , O Lord , HOW ARE THY SERVANTS BLEST, O LORD.
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... deep it stains ! And Satan binds our captive minds , Fast in his slavish chains . But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word : O ye despairing sinners , come , And trust upon the Lord . My soul obeys th ...
... deep it stains ! And Satan binds our captive minds , Fast in his slavish chains . But there's a voice of sovereign grace Sounds from the sacred word : O ye despairing sinners , come , And trust upon the Lord . My soul obeys th ...
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Стр. 343 - Friend after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end.
Стр. 54 - THE glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on Kings: Sceptre and Crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Стр. 265 - ONE there is, above all others, Well deserves the name of Friend; His is love beyond a brother's, Costly, free, and knows no end: They who once His kindness prove, Find it everlasting love.
Стр. 227 - FOR a closer walk with God ! A calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Стр. 353 - GO to dark Gethsemane, Ye that feel the tempter's power, Your Redeemer's conflict see, Watch with him one bitter hour ; Turn not from his griefs away, Learn of Jesus Christ to pray.
Стр. 322 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set - but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!
Стр. 355 - 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. 236 - E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming Love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, I'll sing Thy power to save, When this poor lisping, stammering tongue Lies silent in the grave.
Стр. 292 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Стр. 68 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?