The Sunday Book of PoetryMacmillan, 1865 - 318 стор. A collection of religious poetry for children. Also includes prayers and hymns. |
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... death and their own hearts as Christians should : to understand the spirit of the Bible ; and through this fair creation to look up to Him who is its Creator . C. F. ALEXANDER . The Sunday Book of Poetry for the Young I PRAYER viii Preface.
... death and their own hearts as Christians should : to understand the spirit of the Bible ; and through this fair creation to look up to Him who is its Creator . C. F. ALEXANDER . The Sunday Book of Poetry for the Young I PRAYER viii Preface.
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... fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord , whose love their motion sway'd In perfect diapason whilst they stood , In first obedience and their state of good . O , may we soon again renew that song And keep in tune with ...
... fair music that all creatures made To their great Lord , whose love their motion sway'd In perfect diapason whilst they stood , In first obedience and their state of good . O , may we soon again renew that song And keep in tune with ...
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... came to save , Has often stood by thee . Fair are the lakes in the land I love , Where pine and heather grow ; But thou hast loveliness far above What Nature can bestow . It is not that the wild gazelle Comes down to Book of Poetry 85.
... came to save , Has often stood by thee . Fair are the lakes in the land I love , Where pine and heather grow ; But thou hast loveliness far above What Nature can bestow . It is not that the wild gazelle Comes down to Book of Poetry 85.
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... fair and bleeding rose Once spread its fragrance there . Graceful round thee the mountains meet , Thou calm , reposing sea ; But ah , far more ! the beautiful feet Of Jesus walk'd o'er thee . Those days are past - Bethsaida , where ...
... fair and bleeding rose Once spread its fragrance there . Graceful round thee the mountains meet , Thou calm , reposing sea ; But ah , far more ! the beautiful feet Of Jesus walk'd o'er thee . Those days are past - Bethsaida , where ...
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... fair throng That own'd the festal day . For in Earth's daily circuit then One only border Reflected to the seraph's ken Heaven's light and order . But now to the revolving sphere We point , and say , no desert here , No waste so dark ...
... fair throng That own'd the festal day . For in Earth's daily circuit then One only border Reflected to the seraph's ken Heaven's light and order . But now to the revolving sphere We point , and say , no desert here , No waste so dark ...
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angels art thou Ben Jonson beneath bird bless blest breast breath bright calm child Christ cloud dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream dust E'en earth eternal evermore eyes faith faithless fear flowers gaze glorious glory God's golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heavenly Henry Hart Milman holy Holy habits Holy Holy hope hour HYMN Jesus John Dryden John Milton Keble king Lamb of God land light live look'd Lord lowly Miserere morn ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace praise prayer rest round sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star star of Bethlehem strife sweet Sweet day tears thee thine Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice wave weary weep wild William Walsham wind wings word Wykeham's
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Сторінка 2 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters Heaven with prayer.
Сторінка 97 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe ! How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Сторінка 250 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled Heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand.
Сторінка 218 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live !" I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.
Сторінка 111 - 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.
Сторінка 237 - What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep, The patriot's voice to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown to light the brows,— He giveth his beloved sleep...
Сторінка 8 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Сторінка 142 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Сторінка 143 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Сторінка 192 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.