The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred PoetryW.S. Orr, 1840 - 288 стор. |
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... too : When death's pale messenger appear'd in view , Their hope has triumph'd over nature's dread , And strength divine sustain'd the sinking head , The king of terrors made himself a spoil , While 12 THE CHRISTIAN'S Nature.
... too : When death's pale messenger appear'd in view , Their hope has triumph'd over nature's dread , And strength divine sustain'd the sinking head , The king of terrors made himself a spoil , While 12 THE CHRISTIAN'S Nature.
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... head It promised to defend . But thou art true , incarnate Lord ! Who didst vouchsafe for man to die ; Thy smile is sure , thy plighted word No change can falsify ! I bent before thy gracious throne , And ask'd for peace with suppliant ...
... head It promised to defend . But thou art true , incarnate Lord ! Who didst vouchsafe for man to die ; Thy smile is sure , thy plighted word No change can falsify ! I bent before thy gracious throne , And ask'd for peace with suppliant ...
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... head : But cowslips , here and there , be found , Sweet natives of the hallow'd ground , Diffusing nature's incense round ! Kindly sloping to the sun When his course is nearly run , Let it catch his farewell beams , Brief and pale , as ...
... head : But cowslips , here and there , be found , Sweet natives of the hallow'd ground , Diffusing nature's incense round ! Kindly sloping to the sun When his course is nearly run , Let it catch his farewell beams , Brief and pale , as ...
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... heads that soon should wear The martyr's glorious crown . And grey - hair'd sires forgot their griefs , And all their ... head . And matrons , haggard , pale , and wan , With babes upon the breast , Expell'd from husband , hearth , and ...
... heads that soon should wear The martyr's glorious crown . And grey - hair'd sires forgot their griefs , And all their ... head . And matrons , haggard , pale , and wan , With babes upon the breast , Expell'd from husband , hearth , and ...
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... head Above the thousand hamlets of the dead ! Why weeps the mother there ? ' tis " hallow'd ground ! " For ' neath the turf that wraps that lowly mound Is laid the object of her widow'd care , - The dust of him she loved - her only son ...
... head Above the thousand hamlets of the dead ! Why weeps the mother there ? ' tis " hallow'd ground ! " For ' neath the turf that wraps that lowly mound Is laid the object of her widow'd care , - The dust of him she loved - her only son ...
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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.