The Poetical Works of Henry AlfordTicknor, Reed, and Fields, 1853 - Всего страниц: 424 |
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Стр. 376 - God's own field, Fruit unto His praise to yield ; Wheat and tares together sown, Unto joy or sorrow grown : First the blade, and then the ear, Then the full corn shall appear : Lord of harvest, grant that we Wholesome grain and pure may be.
Стр. 377 - And shall take His harvest home; From His field shall in that day All offences purge away; Give His angels charge at last In the fire the tares to cast, But the fruitful ears to store In His garner evermore. 4 Even so, Lord, quickly come To Thy final harvest-home; Gather Thou Thy people in...
Стр. 376 - COME, ye thankful people, come, Raise the song of harvest-home ! All is safely gathered in, Ere the winter storms begin : God, our Maker, doth provide For our wants to be supplied : Come to God's own temple, come, Raise the song of harvest-home...
Стр. 136 - RISE, said the Master, come unto the feast: — She heard the call, and rose with willing feet: But thinking it not otherwise than meet For such a bidding to put on her best, She is gone from us for a few short hours Into her bridal closet, there to wait For the unfolding of the palace gate That gives her entrance to the blissful bowers. We have not seen her yet ; though we have been Full often to her chamber door, and oft Have listened underneath the postern green, And laid fresh flowers, and whispered...
Стр. 58 - Thy will be done,' but in doing it ; she had not merely stood still and uncomplaining beneath the cross, but she had borne it onward in the service of others. CHAPTER VII.
Стр. 344 - Virgin-born from Jesse's root, Shedding holy peace abroad, Perfect man and perfect God ; Hail, Lord Jesus ! " Thou that art the door of heaven,! Living bread in mercy given, Brightness of the Father's face, Everlasting Prince of Peace, Precious Pearl beyond all price, Brightest Star in all the skies ; Hail, Lord Jesus ! " King and spouse of holy hearts, Fount of love that ne'er departs, Sweetest life and brightest day, Truest...
Стр. 379 - What shall I before Him say ? How shall I be safe that day, When the righteous scarcely may ? King of awful majesty, Saving sinners graciously, Fount of mercy, save Thou me ! Leave me not, my Saviour, one For whose soul Thy course was run, Lest I be that day undone.
Стр. 356 - GOD is our refuge and our strength, When trouble's hour is near ; A very present help is He ; Therefore we will .not fear.
Стр. 320 - The lovely form of God's own Church, It riseth in all lands ; On mountain sides, in wooded vales, And by the desert sands. There is it, with its solemn aisles, A heavenly, holy thing ; And round its walls lie Christian dead, Blessedly slumbering. Though sects and factions rend the world, Peace is its heritage ; Unchanged, though empires by it pass, The same from age to age. The hallow'd form our fathers built.
Стр. 45 - ... breast, Even as thou hadst been praying, At thine hour of rest : The cold pale moon was shining On thy cold pale cheek ; And the morn of the Nativity Had just begun to break. They carved thee, Lady Mary, All of pure white stone, With thy palms upon thy breast, In the chancel all alone : LADY MARY.