Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religionL.B. Seeley and Son, 1825 - Всего страниц: 160 |
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... song of jubilee He is the freeman , whom the truth makes free He lives , who lives to God alone ....... Help , Lord , to whom for help I fly . 88 19 138 125 125 78 90 101 58 20 145 21 86 44 54 73 སེ ཙྪམ ཆོ ཝཱ ཝཱསྶ 74 66 141 100 22 31 ...
... song of jubilee He is the freeman , whom the truth makes free He lives , who lives to God alone ....... Help , Lord , to whom for help I fly . 88 19 138 125 125 78 90 101 58 20 145 21 86 44 54 73 སེ ཙྪམ ཆོ ཝཱ ཝཱསྶ 74 66 141 100 22 31 ...
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... song . Ah ! why , by passing clouds oppress'd , Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast ? Turn , turn to Him , in every pain , Whom never suppliant sought in vain ; Thy strength , in joy's ecstatic day , Thy hope , when joy has pass ...
... song . Ah ! why , by passing clouds oppress'd , Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast ? Turn , turn to Him , in every pain , Whom never suppliant sought in vain ; Thy strength , in joy's ecstatic day , Thy hope , when joy has pass ...
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... song Seems to speak his dying groans ! Summer has a thousand charms , All expressive of his worth ; " Tis his sun that lights and warms , His the air that cools the earth . What has Autumn left to say Nothing of a Saviour's grace ? Yes ...
... song Seems to speak his dying groans ! Summer has a thousand charms , All expressive of his worth ; " Tis his sun that lights and warms , His the air that cools the earth . What has Autumn left to say Nothing of a Saviour's grace ? Yes ...
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... song ! XVII . WHEN one who holds communion with the skies , Has fill'd his urn where the pure waters rise , And once more mingles with us meaner things , " Tis even as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit ...
... song ! XVII . WHEN one who holds communion with the skies , Has fill'd his urn where the pure waters rise , And once more mingles with us meaner things , " Tis even as if an angel shook his wings ; Immortal fragrance fills the circuit ...
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... song , Nor thirsts for human praise Author and Guardian of my life , Sweet source of light divine ; And ( all harmonious names in one , ) My Saviour , thou art mine ! What thanks I owe thee , and what love , A boundless , endless store ...
... song , Nor thirsts for human praise Author and Guardian of my life , Sweet source of light divine ; And ( all harmonious names in one , ) My Saviour , thou art mine ! What thanks I owe thee , and what love , A boundless , endless store ...
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Amalek angels Behold beneath bids bless'd blessing blest bliss blood bosom breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY Christ clouds dark death divine doom doth dread dust dying earth earthly eternal everlasting faith false earth Father fear feel fires on high glorious glory golden air grace grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jesus knows life's light live Lord mar delights meek mercy night o'er pain peace praise prayer rapturous songs resign rest rise round sacred saints Saviour shade shalt shine sigh silent clock Sing skies sleep smiling solemn litany song sorrow soul spirit springs star star by star star of Bethlehem storm storms of passion sweet tears thee thine thou art thou didst thou hast throne tomb Twas vital spark voice weary weep where'er winds wings
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Стр. 101 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Стр. 9 - 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...
Стр. 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What...
Стр. 56 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Стр. 20 - 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. 105 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Стр. 40 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.
Стр. 61 - 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. 131 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Стр. 155 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.