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Сторінка 691 - mauna fa' that! For a' that^ and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that ; The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth. Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a
Сторінка 746 - I am :— Thou art full of truth and grace. Plenteous grace with Thee is found,— Grace to cover all my sin ; Let the healing streams abound— Make and keep me pure within. Thou of life the fountain art— Freely let me take of Thee ; Spring Thou up within ray heart— Rise to all eternity.
Сторінка 720 - tree ; Another came—nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; •' The next, with dirges due in sad array, Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne :— Approach and read (for thou can'st read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath you aged thorn.
Сторінка 685 - IN PIEMONT. AVENGE, 0 Lord, thy slaughtered saints, whose bones Lie scattered on the Alpine mountains cold! Even them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not ! in thy hook record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody
Сторінка 788 - FBOM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue. Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord— Eternal truth attends Thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. PSALM CXXX.
Сторінка 753 - Thus sang they, in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful note ; And all the way, to guide their chime, With falling oars they kept the time. HYMN OF THE HEBREW MAID. WHEN Israel, of the Lord beloved, Out from the land of bondage came, Her father's God before her moved, An
Сторінка 717 - and ancient as the sun,—the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between— The venerable woods—rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old ocean's gray and melancholy waste,— Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the
Сторінка 719 - that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre ; But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page, Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll; Chill Penury repressed their noble rage, And froze the genial current of the soul. Full many a gem of purest ray
Сторінка 390 - Flag of the free heart's hope and home, By angel hands to valor given ; The stars have lit the welkin dome, And all thy hues were born in heaven. For ever float that standard sheet ! Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet, And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
Сторінка 773 - THE HEAVENLY CANAAN. THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. There everlasting spring abides, And never-withering flowers ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heavenly land from ours. Sweet fields beyond tho swelling flood Stand dressed in living green ; So to the Jews old