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The School Song and Hymn Book: Designed for General Use in Schools ...
Попередній перегляд недоступний - 2016
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Сторінка 80 - THE shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior ! His brow was sad ; his eye beneath, Flashed like a falchion from its sheath, And like a silver clarion rung The accents of that unknown tongue, Excelsior!
Сторінка 373 - GOD moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. 2 Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign, will. 3 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 375 - The days of our years are threescore years and ten; And if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, Yet is their strength labour and sorrow; For it is soon cut off, and we fly away.
Сторінка 168 - E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 3. 1 would not live alway — no, welcome the tomb ! Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; There sweet be my rest, till He bid me arise, To hail Him in triumph descending the skies.
Сторінка 147 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Сторінка 250 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Сторінка 135 - The old oaken bucket, the ironbound bucket, The moss-covered bucket which hung in the well. • 2. That moss-covered vessel I hail as a treasure ; For often, at noon, when returned from the field, I found it the source of an exquisite pleasure, The purest and sweetest that nature can yield. How ardent I seized it, with hands that were glowing, And quick to the...
Сторінка 145 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The majesty on high.