Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288 ページ |
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... wondrous love ? Death could 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 John Taylor.
... wondrous love ? Death could 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 John Taylor.
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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 angels beams beauty beneath bids bless bless'd blessed band bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm clouds coral strand dark death divine dust earth earthly eternal fade fair Father fear feel fire flower friends gloom glorious glorious burden glory glow grace grave grief harp hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN Israel life's light lonely Lord lyre mercy morning mortal mother mourn murderous ball ne'er never night o'er pale peace Polish sabres praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath Savior scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile smiling bands song soothe sorrow soul sound spheres spirit spring star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne thundering bands tomb tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep winds wings youth
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87 ページ - 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?
191 ページ - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
113 ページ - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
276 ページ - 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.
138 ページ - 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...
36 ページ - 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...
133 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.
207 ページ - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
99 ページ - 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.
274 ページ - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.