Hymns of the Ages, Second Series: Being Selections from Wither, Crashaw, Southwell, Habington, and Other SourcesTicknor and Fields, 1860 - 336 стор. |
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... breast ! From care , and fin , and sorrow free , Give me , O Lord , to find in Thee My everlasting rest . Thy only love do I require , Nothing in earth beneath defire , Nothing in heaven above ; Let earth , and heaven , and all things ...
... breast ! From care , and fin , and sorrow free , Give me , O Lord , to find in Thee My everlasting rest . Thy only love do I require , Nothing in earth beneath defire , Nothing in heaven above ; Let earth , and heaven , and all things ...
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... breast . It is the mind that maketh good or ill , That maketh wretch or happy , rich or poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough ; but wants in greater store ; And other , that hath little , asks no more , But ...
... breast . It is the mind that maketh good or ill , That maketh wretch or happy , rich or poor ; For some that hath abundance at his will , Hath not enough ; but wants in greater store ; And other , that hath little , asks no more , But ...
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... breast , That from the rash and careless hand Sinks and retires diftreft . The preffure rude , the touch severe , Will raise within the mind A nameless thrill , a secret tear , A torture undefined . Oh , you who are by nature form'd ...
... breast , That from the rash and careless hand Sinks and retires diftreft . The preffure rude , the touch severe , Will raise within the mind A nameless thrill , a secret tear , A torture undefined . Oh , you who are by nature form'd ...
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... breast . Who cannot on his own bed sweetly fleep Can on another's hardly reft . Gad not abroad at every queft and call Of an untrained hope or paffion . To court each place or fortune that doth fall , Is wantonnefs in contemplation ...
... breast . Who cannot on his own bed sweetly fleep Can on another's hardly reft . Gad not abroad at every queft and call Of an untrained hope or paffion . To court each place or fortune that doth fall , Is wantonnefs in contemplation ...
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... breast . Enough , I reckon wealth ; A mean , the surest lot , That lies too high for base contempt , Too low for envy's shot . My wishes are but few , All easy to fulfil ; I make the limits of my power The bounds unto my will . I have ...
... breast . Enough , I reckon wealth ; A mean , the surest lot , That lies too high for base contempt , Too low for envy's shot . My wishes are but few , All easy to fulfil ; I make the limits of my power The bounds unto my will . I have ...
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angels befide beft beſt bleffed bleft blifs breaſt breath bright calm Chrift clouds darkneſs death divine doft doth dwell earth earthly eternal everlaſting evermore eyes faith Father fear fhade fhall be soon fhine fhore fhould figh filent fing fleep forever Francis Quarles ftand ftars ftill ftorm ftream ftrength ftrife ftrong George Wither give glory God's grace grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Vaughan holy hope hour HYMN Jesus Jesus of Nazareth laft laſt life's light little longer live Lord Madame Guyon mortal moſt Muft muſt never night nought o'er paffing pain paſt Paul Gerhardt peace praise prayer reft reſt Robert Southwell Saviour ſhall ſhe ſkies ſky smile sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtar ſtay ſtill sweet tears thee thine THOMAS ELLWOOD Thomas Flatman Thou art Thou wilt thought throne toil truft unto voice weary wings
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Сторінка 171 - Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near...
Сторінка 164 - What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Сторінка 59 - Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Сторінка 159 - Redeemer's throne, Where only Christ is heard to speak. Where Jesus reigns alone ; 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean, Which neither life nor death can part From Him that dwells within ; 4 A heart in every thought renewed, And full of love divine, Perfect and right and pure and good, A copy, Lord, of Thine...
Сторінка 33 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave To come to succour us, that succour want ? How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant Against foul fiends, to aid us militant? They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant, And all for love and nothing for reward, O why should heavenly God to men have such regard *." This agrees with what is recorded of St.
Сторінка 102 - Whate'er my God ordains is right. He never will deceive ; He leads me by the proper path. And so to Him I cleave, And take content What He hath sent ; His hand can turn my griefs away, And patiently I wait His day.
Сторінка 163 - ABIDE with me ! fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 2.
Сторінка 21 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.
Сторінка 300 - The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Сторінка 146 - That more and more a Providence Of Love is understood, Making the springs of time and sense Sweet with eternal good ; That death seems but a covered way Which opens into light, Wherein no blinded child can stray Beyond the Father's sight...