Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288 стор. |
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... not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death , and pledge of life to rise , Joy of the earth , and heir of subject skies . Shepherd ! with joy we hear thy call That leads 2 THE Good Shepherd, John Taylor Page.
... not with his threaten'd sting Thy purpose move : Conqueror of death , and pledge of life to rise , Joy of the earth , and heir of subject skies . Shepherd ! with joy we hear thy call That leads 2 THE Good Shepherd, John Taylor Page.
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... That prison's cold and gloomy wall , And through its grates the stripes and stars Rise on the wind and fall— Think ye that prisoner's aged ear Rejoices in the general cheer ? Think ye his dim and failing eye Is kindled at 29.
... That prison's cold and gloomy wall , And through its grates the stripes and stars Rise on the wind and fall— Think ye that prisoner's aged ear Rejoices in the general cheer ? Think ye his dim and failing eye Is kindled at 29.
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... Rise , rise , my soul , and spurn such low desires , Nor quench in grovelling dust heaven's noblest fires . For what are all thy anxious cares , Thy ceaseless toil ? For what , when roars the wind , thy fears Lest in the broil When ...
... Rise , rise , my soul , and spurn such low desires , Nor quench in grovelling dust heaven's noblest fires . For what are all thy anxious cares , Thy ceaseless toil ? For what , when roars the wind , thy fears Lest in the broil When ...
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... rise And live amid the glorious skies ; O ! it has made me proudly feel How like thy wing's impatient zeal Is the pure soul , that scorns to rest Upon the world's ignoble breast , But takes the plume that God has given , And rises into ...
... rise And live amid the glorious skies ; O ! it has made me proudly feel How like thy wing's impatient zeal Is the pure soul , that scorns to rest Upon the world's ignoble breast , But takes the plume that God has given , And rises into ...
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... rise in heaven like stars at night , And tread a living path of light . I have been on the dewy hills , When night was stealing from the dawn , And mist was on the waking rills , And tints were delicately drawn In the gray east - when ...
... rise in heaven like stars at night , And tread a living path of light . I have been on the dewy hills , When night was stealing from the dawn , And mist was on the waking rills , And tints were delicately drawn In the gray east - when ...
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amaranthine beams beauty beneath bids bird bless bless'd bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath breeze bright brow child CHRISTOPHER SMART clouds cold dark death divine dust earth earthly eternal fade fair faith fear feel fire flowers gloom glorious glory glow golden grace grave grief harp hath heart heaven heavenly holy hope hopes and fears hour HYMN Israel light lonely Lord lyre mercy mighty morn mortal mother's mourn night o'er pale peace praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath Sabian sacred Savior scene seraph sere shade shine sigh silent silver air skies sleep smile song soothe sorrow soul sphere spirit spring Star of Bethlehem stars storm stream sunny brow sweet tears tempest thee thine things thou art thought throne tomb tongue tread unforgiven vale voice wakes wandering wandering fires wave weep wind wings youth
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Сторінка 186 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from thee. Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Сторінка 267 - When even at last the solemn hour shall come, And wing my mystic flight to future worlds, I cheerful will obey; there, with new powers, Will rising wonders sing.
Сторінка 87 - Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best • His state Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed, And post o'er land and ocean without rest : They also serve who only stand and wait.
Сторінка 138 - 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, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew: Nor yet for the ravage of Winter I mourn ; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save. But when shall Spring visit the mouldering urn? O, when shall it dawn on the night of the grave?
Сторінка 265 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound His stupendous praise, whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Сторінка 171 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle, Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown ; The heathen, in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone...
Сторінка 262 - In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Сторінка 265 - These, as they change, Almighty Father, these Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of thee.
Сторінка 203 - But present still, though now unseen, When brightly shines the prosperous day, Be thoughts of Thee a cloudy screen To temper the deceitful ray. And oh, when stoops on Judah's path In shade and storm the frequent night, Be Thou, long-suffering, slow to wrath, A burning and a shining light! 101 Our harps we left by Babel's...
Сторінка 36 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set -but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...