The Sunday Book of PoetryCecil Frances Alexander Sever and Francis, 1865 - 318 стор. A collection of religious poetry for children. Also includes prayers and hymns. |
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... be , The Christ - spirit strives with thee . When He trod the holy land With His small disciple band , And the fated hour had come For that august martyrdom – ― -- When the man , the human love , And The Sunday Book of Poetry . 45.
... be , The Christ - spirit strives with thee . When He trod the holy land With His small disciple band , And the fated hour had come For that august martyrdom – ― -- When the man , the human love , And The Sunday Book of Poetry . 45.
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... land through which His pilgrims go , Is desolate and dry ; But streams of grace from Him o'erflow , Their thirst to satisfy . When troubles , like a burning sun , Beat heavy on their head , To this Almighty Rock they run , And find a ...
... land through which His pilgrims go , Is desolate and dry ; But streams of grace from Him o'erflow , Their thirst to satisfy . When troubles , like a burning sun , Beat heavy on their head , To this Almighty Rock they run , And find a ...
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... land lay tranquil now Like a new - christened child asleep With the dew upon its brow : As when in after time the earth Rose from her second watery birth , In pure baptismal garments drest , And calmly waiting to be blest . Again Thou ...
... land lay tranquil now Like a new - christened child asleep With the dew upon its brow : As when in after time the earth Rose from her second watery birth , In pure baptismal garments drest , And calmly waiting to be blest . Again Thou ...
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... land where he was sent T'inflict the tardy punishment . " Ah ! yet , " said he , " yet , stubborn king , repent , Whilst thus unarmed I stand , Ere the keen sword of God fill my commanded hand ; Suffer but yet thyself and thine to live ...
... land where he was sent T'inflict the tardy punishment . " Ah ! yet , " said he , " yet , stubborn king , repent , Whilst thus unarmed I stand , Ere the keen sword of God fill my commanded hand ; Suffer but yet thyself and thine to live ...
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... land . Not by manna showers at morning Shall our board be then supplied , But a strange pale gold adorning Many a tufted mountain side , Yearly feed us , Year by year our murmurings chide . There , no prophet's touch awaiting , From ...
... land . Not by manna showers at morning Shall our board be then supplied , But a strange pale gold adorning Many a tufted mountain side , Yearly feed us , Year by year our murmurings chide . There , no prophet's touch awaiting , From ...
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abide angels beautiful beneath bird bless blest BOSTON COURIER breast breath bright child Christ clouds crown dark dear death deep destiny fulfil divine doth dream Dream Children earth earthly endless love English language eternal evermore eyes fair faith fear flowers forever FRANCIS BOWEN FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE glorious glory God's golden grace grave H. F. Lyte hand happy harvest-home hast hath hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN Jesus JOHN BUNYAN Keble King Lamb of God light live look Lord morn N. P. Willis ne'er nest never night o'er peace Pilgrim's Progress praise prayer rest round sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies smile song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm strife sunny sweet tears thine Thou art thought throne Thy love unto Vellum Vignette voice wait waves weary weep wind wings word