Sonnets of the Sacred YearReligious Tract Society, 1875 - 103 էջ |
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... suffering and the shame , By every awful witness of Thy Blood , The Synagogue , the Garden , and the Rood , Write on my heart Thy new absolving Name ! The Name the fearful world shall quake before Be mine in love to cherish and adore ...
... suffering and the shame , By every awful witness of Thy Blood , The Synagogue , the Garden , and the Rood , Write on my heart Thy new absolving Name ! The Name the fearful world shall quake before Be mine in love to cherish and adore ...
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... suffering , Meet for my Fellow - Man , my God , my King . I resent your bodies a living sacrifice , holy ,. * Lingua cæli is the expression of St. Augustine , referring to the star . * . See Notes , page 99 . 39 Ghe Epiphat # 11 . THE ...
... suffering , Meet for my Fellow - Man , my God , my King . I resent your bodies a living sacrifice , holy ,. * Lingua cæli is the expression of St. Augustine , referring to the star . * . See Notes , page 99 . 39 Ghe Epiphat # 11 . THE ...
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... of my spirit's inner shrine . O MAN , my Brother , this my portion be , Till morn to suffer and to die with Thee ! This beginning of miracles did Jesus in Cana of Galilee 40 First Sunday after Epiphan . FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY 1.
... of my spirit's inner shrine . O MAN , my Brother , this my portion be , Till morn to suffer and to die with Thee ! This beginning of miracles did Jesus in Cana of Galilee 40 First Sunday after Epiphan . FIRST SUNDAY AFTER EPIPHANY 1.
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... arrayed in rapturous song Their eucharistic anthems sweetly raise O'er each poor penitent sinner as he prays . I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are 74 Third Sudin alter Trinity . THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY St Luke xv 10.
... arrayed in rapturous song Their eucharistic anthems sweetly raise O'er each poor penitent sinner as he prays . I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are 74 Third Sudin alter Trinity . THIRD SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY St Luke xv 10.
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Samuel John Stone. I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us . Rom . viii . 18 . HE dull day lowers , the winds are harsh and shrill , What time the weary ...
Samuel John Stone. I reckon that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us . Rom . viii . 18 . HE dull day lowers , the winds are harsh and shrill , What time the weary ...
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Էջ 6 - Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Էջ 7 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Էջ 16 - THE prayers I make will then be sweet indeed If Thou the spirit give by which I pray : My unassisted heart is barren clay, That of its native self can nothing feed : Of good and pious works Thou art the seed, That quickens only where Thou say'st it may: Unless Thou shew to us Thine own true way No man can find it : Father! Thou must lead.
Էջ 12 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven is on the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Էջ 38 - Then was Jesus led up of the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted of the devil. And when he had fasted forty days and forty nights, he was afterward an hungred. And when the tempter came to him, he said, If thou be the Son of God, command that these stones be made bread. But he answered and said, It is written, Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God.
Էջ 8 - Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace: Even so my sun one early morn did shine, With all triumphant splendour on my brow; But out! alack! he was but one hour mine, The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when...
Էջ 35 - And he said, Unto you it is given to know the mysteries of the kingdom of God : but to others in parables ; that seeing they might not see, and hearing they might not understand.
Էջ 87 - And, lo, thou art unto them as a very lovely song of one that hath a pleasant voice, and can play well on an instrument: for they hear thy words, but they do them not.
Էջ 11 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read...
Էջ 45 - I gave my back to the smiters, and my cheeks to them that plucked off the hair : I hid not my face from shame and spitting.