Sacred Songs of the World

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Henry Charles Leonard
E. Stock, 1899 - 223 páginas
 

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Página 24 - GUIDE me, O Thou Great Jehovah, Pilgrim through this barren land ; I am weak, but Thou art mighty ; Hold me with Thy powerful hand ; Bread of Heaven ! Feed me till I want no more.
Página 12 - Through this day's life or death. This day, be bread and peace my lot: All else beneath the sun, Thou know'st if best bestowed or not; And let Thy will be done.
Página 11 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do ; This, teach me more than hell to shun ; That, more than heaven pursue. What blessings thy free bounty gives, Let me not cast away ; For God is paid when man receives ; To enjoy is to obey.
Página 10 - FATHER of all! in every age, In every clime adored By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or Lord...
Página 37 - O THOU Eternal One ! whose presence bright All space doth occupy, all motion guide; Unchanged through time's all-devastating flight; Thou only God ! There is no God beside ! Being above all beings ! Mighty One ! Whom none can comprehend, and none explore...
Página 58 - Unless thou shew to us thine own true way No man can find it: Father! thou must lead. Do Thou, then, breathe those thoughts into my mind...
Página 10 - A power from the unknown God, A Promethean conqueror came ; Like a triumphal path he trod The thorns of death and shame. A mortal shape to him Was like the vapour dim Which the orient planet animates with light ; Hell, Sin, and Slavery came, Like blood-hounds mild and tame, Nor preyed, until their Lord had taken flight ; The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set : While blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon The cross leads generations on.
Página 40 - Creator, yes ! thy wisdom and thy word Created me/ Thou source of life and good, Thou spirit of my spirit and my Lord...
Página 38 - Though kindled by Thy light, in vain would try To trace Thy counsels, infinite and dark': And thought is lost ere thought can soar so high, Even like past moments in eternity.
Página 70 - Thy blest approach, and oh ! to Heaven how lost, If my ingratitude's unkindly frost Has chilled the bleeding wounds upon thy feet. How oft my guardian angel gently cried, " Soul, from thy casement look, and thou shalt see How he persists to knock and wait for thee...

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