The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred PoetryW.S. Orr, 1840 - 288 páginas |
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... my cup run over with delight ; Though in my face the blast of adverse winds , While boldly circumnavigating man , Winds seeming adverse , though perhaps not so , Have beat severely , disregarded beat , When I , 2 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
... my cup run over with delight ; Though in my face the blast of adverse winds , While boldly circumnavigating man , Winds seeming adverse , though perhaps not so , Have beat severely , disregarded beat , When I , 2 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
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... face Doth shine upon the earth . To each to all - thy bounty flows , Full , boundless , deep , and free ; Thou hast flowers for earth , and stars for heaven , And gems for the blue sea ; And for us our everlasting hills , And hearts ...
... face Doth shine upon the earth . To each to all - thy bounty flows , Full , boundless , deep , and free ; Thou hast flowers for earth , and stars for heaven , And gems for the blue sea ; And for us our everlasting hills , And hearts ...
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... face thou art , Knocking at heaven with thy brow ; The working days are the back part , The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to stoop and bow Till thy release appear . Man had straightforward gone To endless death ; but ...
... face thou art , Knocking at heaven with thy brow ; The working days are the back part , The burden of the week lies there , Making the whole to stoop and bow Till thy release appear . Man had straightforward gone To endless death ; but ...
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... : Lowly and lonely be my grave , Fast by this streamlet's oozing wave , Still to the gentle angler dear , And heaven's fair face reflecting clear ! No rank luxuriance from the dead Draw the green turf 42 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
... : Lowly and lonely be my grave , Fast by this streamlet's oozing wave , Still to the gentle angler dear , And heaven's fair face reflecting clear ! No rank luxuriance from the dead Draw the green turf 42 THE CHRISTIAN'S.
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... face of the foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heaved , and for ever grew still . And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , But thro ' it there roll'd not the ...
... face of the foe as he pass'd ; And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill , And their hearts but once heaved , and for ever grew still . And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide , But thro ' it there roll'd not the ...
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angels ask'd beams beauty beneath blessed blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright calm clouds dark dead dear death delight despair divine doth dream dwell earth earthly Edmeston eternal fair faith farewell fear flowers friends Giles Fletcher gloom glorious glory grace grave grief H. F. Lyte happy hath heart heaven Heaven's open heavenly holy HONEST MAN'S FORTUNE hope hour Jehovah Jesus land life's light live lone Lord love ye mercy mighty Wanderer morn mountains nature's ne'er night o'er Oh Mercy pass'd peace praise pray prayer pride raptured raven's nest rise round Sabbath saints Saul the king Saviour shine sight sing sink to thy skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne thundering bands tomb voice weep wild wings
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Página 252 - 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.
Página 212 - 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...
Página 114 - 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.
Página 216 - 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.
Página 217 - 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?
Página 133 - 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.
Página 58 - 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.
Página 114 - 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.
Página 149 - 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.
Página 247 - 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.