Select Poetry: Chiefly on Subjects Connected with ReligionSeeleys, 1860 - Всего страниц: 272 |
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... peaceful bower Oh , for a closer walk with God Harrison 118 • Cowper 117 • Oh , for a glance of heavenly day Oh , from the world's vile slavery Oh ! God unseen , but not unknown Oh , seek no bliss , but to fulfil Oh ! sweet and sacred ...
... peaceful bower Oh , for a closer walk with God Harrison 118 • Cowper 117 • Oh , for a glance of heavenly day Oh , from the world's vile slavery Oh ! God unseen , but not unknown Oh , seek no bliss , but to fulfil Oh ! sweet and sacred ...
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... withstand , To Canaan's bounds I urge my way , At His command : The waters deep I pass , With Jesus in my view ; And , through the howling wilderness , My way pursue . The goodly land I see , With peace and plenty 4 SELECT POETRY .
... withstand , To Canaan's bounds I urge my way , At His command : The waters deep I pass , With Jesus in my view ; And , through the howling wilderness , My way pursue . The goodly land I see , With peace and plenty 4 SELECT POETRY .
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... Peace . On Sion's sacred height His kingdom he maintains ; And glorious , with his saints in light , For ever reigns . He keeps his own secure , And guards them by his side ; Arrays in garments white and pure His spotless Bride- With ...
... Peace . On Sion's sacred height His kingdom he maintains ; And glorious , with his saints in light , For ever reigns . He keeps his own secure , And guards them by his side ; Arrays in garments white and pure His spotless Bride- With ...
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... : For many an evil voice is near , To chide my woe , and mock my fear ; And silent memory weeps alone , O'er hours of peace and gladness flown . For I have walked the happy round That circles Zion's 28 SELECT POETRY .
... : For many an evil voice is near , To chide my woe , and mock my fear ; And silent memory weeps alone , O'er hours of peace and gladness flown . For I have walked the happy round That circles Zion's 28 SELECT POETRY .
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... God , O glory's heir , How rich a lot is thine ! A hand almighty to defend , An ear for every call , An honoured life , a peaceful end , And heaven to crown it all ! XXIV . OH ! God unseen , but not unknown GOD THE REFUGE OF HIS PEOPLE .
... God , O glory's heir , How rich a lot is thine ! A hand almighty to defend , An ear for every call , An honoured life , a peaceful end , And heaven to crown it all ! XXIV . OH ! God unseen , but not unknown GOD THE REFUGE OF HIS PEOPLE .
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abide angels beams beneath bless blest bliss blood breast breath bright calm child Christ clouds dark death despair thou never divine doth dread dwell earth eternal false earth Father fear flee flesh foes give glorious glory grief hand hath healing hear heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly hell holy hope hour Jesus Lamb of God life's light live liveth Lord love divine love possess love Thee mar delights mercy mournful mountain nigh night pains God o'er peace praise prayer reigns rest rise saints Saviour shalt shine sigh sinks skies smile sorrows soul star Star of Bethlehem strength sweet tears Tempter's power thine Thou art thou art God Thou hast thought throne thy love thy Name Thy Nature thy pains thy spirit tis Thou tower of refuge trembling trust uncertain path voice waves weep wilt wings world unknown
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Стр. 245 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme. How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How he who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head ; How His first followers and servants sped. The precepts sage they wrote to many a land How he who lone, in Patmos banished. Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand. And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope "springs...
Стр. 223 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Стр. 68 - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Стр. 164 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death • He enters heaven with prayer. :. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Стр. 106 - Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror.
Стр. 187 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Стр. 78 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come!
Стр. 186 - 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. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Стр. 199 - TO BLOSSOMS. Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past ; But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Стр. 29 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.