The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred PoetryW.S. Orr, 1840 - 288 стор. |
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... hast brought me hitherto , upheld By thy omnipotence ; and from thy grace Unbought , unmerited , though not unsought , The wells of thy salvation , hast refresh'd B My spirit , watering it at morn and even ;
... hast brought me hitherto , upheld By thy omnipotence ; and from thy grace Unbought , unmerited , though not unsought , The wells of thy salvation , hast refresh'd B My spirit , watering it at morn and even ;
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... hast led my venturous song , Over the vale and mountain track , the light And shade of man ; into the burning deep Descending now , and now encircling the mount , Where highest sits Divinity , enthroned ; Rolling along the tide of ...
... hast led my venturous song , Over the vale and mountain track , the light And shade of man ; into the burning deep Descending now , and now encircling the mount , Where highest sits Divinity , enthroned ; Rolling along the tide of ...
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... hast thou seen amid their toils severe Nor couldst thou see them thus without a tear , - A tear of joy ; for every count'nance told Of bliss not to be bought with Ophir's gold . Nor was that tear without its rapture too : When death's ...
... hast thou seen amid their toils severe Nor couldst thou see them thus without a tear , - A tear of joy ; for every count'nance told Of bliss not to be bought with Ophir's gold . Nor was that tear without its rapture too : When death's ...
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... hast declared That in thick darkness thou wouldst dwell ; O , God ! I have an house prepared For thee , the God of Israel ; O , God ! for thy approving sign , We thank thee - humbly thee adore ! O , God ! make thou this Temple thine For ...
... hast declared That in thick darkness thou wouldst dwell ; O , God ! I have an house prepared For thee , the God of Israel ; O , God ! for thy approving sign , We thank thee - humbly thee adore ! O , God ! make thou this Temple thine For ...
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... hast thine altar made On every mountain's brow ; Whose temple is the forest's shade , Its arch the forest bough ; Thou hast ever listen'd when we prayed , And thou wilt hear us now . с Full kingly is thy royal grace On the wide world ...
... hast thine altar made On every mountain's brow ; Whose temple is the forest's shade , Its arch the forest bough ; Thou hast ever listen'd when we prayed , And thou wilt hear us now . с Full kingly is thy royal grace On the wide world ...
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angels ask'd beams beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright calm clouds dark dead dear death delight despair divine doth dream dwell earth earthly Edmeston eternal fair faith farewell fear flowers friends Giles Fletcher gloom glorious glory grace grave grief H. F. Lyte happy hath heart heaven Heaven's open heavenly holy HONEST MAN'S FORTUNE hope hour Jehovah Jesus land life's light live lone Lord love ye mercy mighty Wanderer morn mountains nature's ne'er night o'er Oh Mercy pass'd peace praise pray prayer pride raptured raven's nest rise round Sabbath saints Saul the king Saviour shine sight sing sink to thy skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thundering bands tomb voice weep wild wings
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Сторінка 252 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Сторінка 212 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Сторінка 114 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Сторінка 216 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.
Сторінка 217 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Сторінка 133 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Сторінка 58 - DIM as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is Reason to the soul : and as on high, Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here ; so Reason's glimmering ray I Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day.
Сторінка 114 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Сторінка 149 - O'er mountain tower and town, Or mirrored 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.
Сторінка 247 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew, Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.