The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred PoetryW.S. Orr, 1840 - 288 стор. |
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... pain , Who always smites in love ; Who looks in tenderest pity down , E'en when He seems to wear a frown . The eye of Jesus wept , It dropp'd a holy tear , When Mary's brother " slept , " A friend to Jesus dear ; Delightful thought ...
... pain , Who always smites in love ; Who looks in tenderest pity down , E'en when He seems to wear a frown . The eye of Jesus wept , It dropp'd a holy tear , When Mary's brother " slept , " A friend to Jesus dear ; Delightful thought ...
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... painful friction with our own . Long is the harsh , reluctant thought supprest , We drive the cold suspicion from our breast ; But when confirm'd , our gen'rous love condemn , Turn off disgusted with the world and them , Resolve no more ...
... painful friction with our own . Long is the harsh , reluctant thought supprest , We drive the cold suspicion from our breast ; But when confirm'd , our gen'rous love condemn , Turn off disgusted with the world and them , Resolve no more ...
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... pain Glowing exceptions to her own complaint . SAUL . By G. M. Bell , 66 AUTHOR OF THE SCOTTISH MARTYR , " & c . ABSTRACTED and alone sat Saul the king , The mighty king of warlike Israel ; Dark shadows o'er his spirit went and came ...
... pain Glowing exceptions to her own complaint . SAUL . By G. M. Bell , 66 AUTHOR OF THE SCOTTISH MARTYR , " & c . ABSTRACTED and alone sat Saul the king , The mighty king of warlike Israel ; Dark shadows o'er his spirit went and came ...
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... grows Reason at Religion's sight ; So dies , and so dissolves in supernatural light . HUMAN FRAILTY . WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to - day , Woven with pain into his plan , To - morrow 58 THE CHRISTIAN'S Reason and Religion.
... grows Reason at Religion's sight ; So dies , and so dissolves in supernatural light . HUMAN FRAILTY . WEAK and irresolute is man ; The purpose of to - day , Woven with pain into his plan , To - morrow 58 THE CHRISTIAN'S Reason and Religion.
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A Selection of Sacred Poetry Christian. Woven with pain into his plan , To - morrow rends away . The bow well bent , and smart the spring , Vice seems already slain : But Passion rudely snaps the string , And it revives again . Some foe ...
A Selection of Sacred Poetry Christian. Woven with pain into his plan , To - morrow rends away . The bow well bent , and smart the spring , Vice seems already slain : But Passion rudely snaps the string , And it revives again . Some foe ...
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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.