Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 էջ |
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... dark lost pilgrim , still ! . Both worlds at once they view Beauty of Holiness • Be thou my light , be thou my way Begin , my soul , th ' exalted lay • Bright pledge of peace and sunshine Babes were his heralds , and his friends the ...
... dark lost pilgrim , still ! . Both worlds at once they view Beauty of Holiness • Be thou my light , be thou my way Begin , my soul , th ' exalted lay • Bright pledge of peace and sunshine Babes were his heralds , and his friends the ...
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... dark- Not bright as once ; oh vain , vain memories , cease , I cast your burden down - I strive for peace . A voice is on mine ear- -a welcome tone : I hear its summons in a stranger land , It calls me hence , to die amid mine own ...
... dark- Not bright as once ; oh vain , vain memories , cease , I cast your burden down - I strive for peace . A voice is on mine ear- -a welcome tone : I hear its summons in a stranger land , It calls me hence , to die amid mine own ...
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... dark despair , But the penitent cry of humble prayer ? Kneel down at the couch of departing faith , And hear the last words the believer saith . He has bidden adieu to his earthly friends ; There is peace in his eye that upward bends ...
... dark despair , But the penitent cry of humble prayer ? Kneel down at the couch of departing faith , And hear the last words the believer saith . He has bidden adieu to his earthly friends ; There is peace in his eye that upward bends ...
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... dark grave ; It points to the glory where He shall reign , Who whisper'd , " Thy brother shall rise again . " The voice of prayer in the world of bliss ! But gladder , purer , than rose from this . The ransom'd shout to their glorious ...
... dark grave ; It points to the glory where He shall reign , Who whisper'd , " Thy brother shall rise again . " The voice of prayer in the world of bliss ! But gladder , purer , than rose from this . The ransom'd shout to their glorious ...
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... dark and silent night ; I hear celestial voices . " Tidings , glad tidings from above , To every age and nation ; Tidings , glad tidings , -God is love , To man He sent salvation : His Son beloved , his only Son , The work of mercy hath ...
... dark and silent night ; I hear celestial voices . " Tidings , glad tidings from above , To every age and nation ; Tidings , glad tidings , -God is love , To man He sent salvation : His Son beloved , his only Son , The work of mercy hath ...
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adore angels ANON beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blossom breast breath bright brow child clouds crown dark death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair faith Father fear FELICIA HEMANS flame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN HENRY VAUGHAN HENRY W Here's love holy hope hour hymn immortal JOHN KEBLE let thy life's light live Lord MATTHEW PRIOR mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest ROBERT POLLOK round sacred Saviour shade shalt shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet swelling tears thee thine THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto voice wave weary WILLIAM COWPER winds wings
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Էջ 521 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Էջ 532 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Էջ 117 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Էջ 177 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Էջ 190 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Էջ 178 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Էջ 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. 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.
Էջ 113 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Էջ 380 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.
Էջ 178 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix, And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.