Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 էջ |
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... Smiles and Tears 324 330 338 340 345 Sphere - born , harmonious sisters , Voice and Verse . 348 Sweet Spirit Mother 350 Soon to meet thee face to face . 349 Sound the timbrel , harp , and lute 354 PAGE Songs of Praise awoke the Morn 352 ...
... Smiles and Tears 324 330 338 340 345 Sphere - born , harmonious sisters , Voice and Verse . 348 Sweet Spirit Mother 350 Soon to meet thee face to face . 349 Sound the timbrel , harp , and lute 354 PAGE Songs of Praise awoke the Morn 352 ...
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... Gentile- grace ! Faith's truest type , he with unruffled face Bore the world's smile , and bade her slaves depart ; Whether , a trader , with no trader's art , He buys in Canaan his first resting - place , 6 SONGS OF THE SOUL ;
... Gentile- grace ! Faith's truest type , he with unruffled face Bore the world's smile , and bade her slaves depart ; Whether , a trader , with no trader's art , He buys in Canaan his first resting - place , 6 SONGS OF THE SOUL ;
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... smile , Watching the blue sky o'er my path of pain , Waiting my summons : whose shall be the eye To glance unkindly ? —I have come to die ! Sweet words to die ! oh pleasant , pleasant sounds , What bright revealings to my heart they ...
... smile , Watching the blue sky o'er my path of pain , Waiting my summons : whose shall be the eye To glance unkindly ? —I have come to die ! Sweet words to die ! oh pleasant , pleasant sounds , What bright revealings to my heart they ...
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... smile , And , though rebellious and perverse meanwhile , Thou hast not left me , oft as I left Thee . On to the close , O Lord , abide with me ! I need thy presence every passing hour : What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ...
... smile , And , though rebellious and perverse meanwhile , Thou hast not left me , oft as I left Thee . On to the close , O Lord , abide with me ! I need thy presence every passing hour : What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power ...
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... smile . As yet the blue - bells linger on the sod That copes the sheep - fold ring ; and in the woods A second blow of many flowers appears ; Flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume . C But fruits , not blossoms , form the ...
... smile . As yet the blue - bells linger on the sod That copes the sheep - fold ring ; and in the woods A second blow of many flowers appears ; Flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume . C But fruits , not blossoms , form the ...
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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.