The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred PoetryW.S. Orr, 1840 - 288 ページ |
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... holy , just , and good ; My God ! my Father ! my unfailing hope : Jehovah ! let the incense of my praise , Accepted , burn before thy mercy - seat , And in thy presence burn , both day and night . Maker ! Preserver ! my Redeemer God ...
... holy , just , and good ; My God ! my Father ! my unfailing hope : Jehovah ! let the incense of my praise , Accepted , burn before thy mercy - seat , And in thy presence burn , both day and night . Maker ! Preserver ! my Redeemer God ...
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... holy angels met , And future men , in glorious vision seen ! Nor unrewarded have I watch'd at night , And heard the drowsy sound of neighbouring sleep . New thought , new imagery , new scenes of bliss And glory , unrehearsed by mortal ...
... holy angels met , And future men , in glorious vision seen ! Nor unrewarded have I watch'd at night , And heard the drowsy sound of neighbouring sleep . New thought , new imagery , new scenes of bliss And glory , unrehearsed by mortal ...
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... holy tear , When Mary's brother " slept , " A friend to Jesus dear ; Delightful thought ! that blessed eye Still beams with kindness in the sky . I know my babe is blest , Her bliss by Jesus given ; She's early gone to rest , She's ...
... holy tear , When Mary's brother " slept , " A friend to Jesus dear ; Delightful thought ! that blessed eye Still beams with kindness in the sky . I know my babe is blest , Her bliss by Jesus given ; She's early gone to rest , She's ...
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... a taste of joys above . I know his Spirit breathes in thee , To animate his people here ; May thy sweet truths prove life to me , Till in his presence I appear ! THE MARTYR'S HYMN . W. Johnson . HOLY Jesus ! 14 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
... a taste of joys above . I know his Spirit breathes in thee , To animate his people here ; May thy sweet truths prove life to me , Till in his presence I appear ! THE MARTYR'S HYMN . W. Johnson . HOLY Jesus ! 14 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
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A Selection of Sacred Poetry Christian. THE MARTYR'S HYMN . W. Johnson . HOLY Jesus ! King of Glory ! Hosts on high thy praise proclaim ; Joyful would my soul adore thee , That I suffer for thy name . Now I leave this world of sorrow ...
A Selection of Sacred Poetry Christian. THE MARTYR'S HYMN . W. Johnson . HOLY Jesus ! King of Glory ! Hosts on high thy praise proclaim ; Joyful would my soul adore thee , That I suffer for thy name . Now I leave this world of sorrow ...
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252 ページ - 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.
212 ページ - 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...
114 ページ - 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.
216 ページ - 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.
217 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?
133 ページ - 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.
58 ページ - 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.
114 ページ - 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.
149 ページ - 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.
247 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, 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.