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angels beams bear beauty beneath blessed bliss bloom breast breath bright calm clouds cold dark dead dear death deep delight divine dream dwell earth eternal face fair faith fall fear field flow flowers friends give given glorious glory grace grave grief hand happy hast hath head heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour human Jesus land leave life's light live lone look Lord mind morn mother mountains nature never night o'er once pain past peace praise prayer presence pride rest rise roll round scene sight sing skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul speak spirit star storm stream sweet tears thee thine things thou Thou art thought throne true truth voice wandering weep wild wind wings yield young
234 ページ - Philosophy, baptized In the pure fountain of eternal love, Has eyes indeed; and viewing all she sees As meant to indicate a God to man, Gives him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
134 ページ - It was my guide, my light, my all, it bade my dark forebodings cease ; and through the storm and danger's thrall it led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored — my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, for ever and for evermore, the Star— The Star of Bethlehem...
179 ページ - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live : Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.
131 ページ - Die he, or justice must; unless for him Some other able, and as willing, pay The rigid satisfaction, death for death.
279 ページ - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
47 ページ - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. Afid there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
47 ページ - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
180 ページ - Come near and bless us when we wake, Ere through the world our way we take : Till, in the ocean of Thy love, We lose ourselves in Heaven above ! John Keble.