Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious KindOtis, Broaders, 1839 - 288 стор. |
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... o'er the sleeping earth , Now breathes the ruddy Morn around , O , could the soul oppress'd with care , O'er Kedron's stream , and Salem's height , O fear not thou to die , O God ! whose thunder shakes the sky , Oh mighty is the Lord of ...
... o'er the sleeping earth , Now breathes the ruddy Morn around , O , could the soul oppress'd with care , O'er Kedron's stream , and Salem's height , O fear not thou to die , O God ! whose thunder shakes the sky , Oh mighty is the Lord of ...
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... the orient light , With silent awe I hail the sacred morn , 59 221 22 95 41 Ye are fair , ye are fair ; and your pensive rays , Ye midnight shades , o'er nature spread ,. 144 205 SABBATH RECREATIONS . THE GOOD SHEPHERD . As the good xvi.
... the orient light , With silent awe I hail the sacred morn , 59 221 22 95 41 Ye are fair , ye are fair ; and your pensive rays , Ye midnight shades , o'er nature spread ,. 144 205 SABBATH RECREATIONS . THE GOOD SHEPHERD . As the good xvi.
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... o'er the sleeping earth ; But , on their thrones of light , The stars , that sung ere morning's birth , Filled the blue vault of night With heavenly music : -earthly ears Not often catch the hymn ; It was " the music of the spheres ...
... o'er the sleeping earth ; But , on their thrones of light , The stars , that sung ere morning's birth , Filled the blue vault of night With heavenly music : -earthly ears Not often catch the hymn ; It was " the music of the spheres ...
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... o'er earth prevail , So SHALL THY KINGDOM COME . THE FUTURE LIFE . How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps The disembodied spirits of the dead , When all of thee that time could wither sleeps And perishes among the dust we tread ...
... o'er earth prevail , So SHALL THY KINGDOM COME . THE FUTURE LIFE . How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps The disembodied spirits of the dead , When all of thee that time could wither sleeps And perishes among the dust we tread ...
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... O'er which the first - born music rolled , In burning tones , that loved to dwell Amongst those wires of trembling gold ; If to my soul one note were given Of that high harp , whose sweeter tone Caught its majestic strain from heaven ...
... O'er which the first - born music rolled , In burning tones , that loved to dwell Amongst those wires of trembling gold ; If to my soul one note were given Of that high harp , whose sweeter tone Caught its majestic strain from heaven ...
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Сторінка 275 - 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.
Сторінка 274 - 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. Speak, ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing : ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Сторінка 202 - And now, when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home...
Сторінка 113 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
Сторінка 205 - With priest's and warrior's voice between, No portents now our foes' amaze — Forsaken Israel wanders lone; Our fathers would not know Thy ways, And Thou hast left them to their own. But, present, still though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day! Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen, To temper the deceitful ray. And O, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night.
Сторінка 176 - O'er mountain, tower, and town. Or, mirror'd in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down ! As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem. As when the. eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam. For, faithful to its sacred page, Heaven still rebuilds thy span, Nor lets the type grow pale with age That first spoke peace to man.
Сторінка 279 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
Сторінка 167 - To heaven he led his followers' way ; Dark clouds of gloomy night he broke, Unveiling an immortal day. 3 " Come, wanderers, to my Father's home ; Come, all ye weary ones, and rest.
Сторінка 81 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace.
Сторінка 275 - 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. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honor to the world's great Author rise...