The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred PoetryW.S. Orr, 1840 - 288 páginas |
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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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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.