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... despise , Why linger with the dying ftill ? He calls- - Arouse you , and arise ! No longer flight the Saviour's call , It sounds to you , to me , to all . Arise ! Ludwig Gotter . U WORK WHILE IT IS DAY . Chriftian , up Active Duty . 43.
... despise , Why linger with the dying ftill ? He calls- - Arouse you , and arise ! No longer flight the Saviour's call , It sounds to you , to me , to all . Arise ! Ludwig Gotter . U WORK WHILE IT IS DAY . Chriftian , up Active Duty . 43.
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... longer would my soul be known . As self - suftained and free ; O , not mine own ! O , not mine own ! Lord , I belong to thee ! In each aspiring burst of prayer , Sweet leave my soul would ask Thine every burden , Lord , to bear , To do ...
... longer would my soul be known . As self - suftained and free ; O , not mine own ! O , not mine own ! Lord , I belong to thee ! In each aspiring burst of prayer , Sweet leave my soul would ask Thine every burden , Lord , to bear , To do ...
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... longer lived would be ; Its end may come , and will , to - morrow , When God has done his work in me ; So I say , trufting - as God will ! And , trusting to the end , hold still . He kindles for my profit purely Afflictions glowing ...
... longer lived would be ; Its end may come , and will , to - morrow , When God has done his work in me ; So I say , trufting - as God will ! And , trusting to the end , hold still . He kindles for my profit purely Afflictions glowing ...
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... weft winds blow , and , finging low , I hear the glad ftreams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun . No longer forward nor behind I look in hope and fear ; But , grateful , take the good I find , 144 Patience .
... weft winds blow , and , finging low , I hear the glad ftreams run ; The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun . No longer forward nor behind I look in hope and fear ; But , grateful , take the good I find , 144 Patience .
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... Longer than men think them so : Though he send me forth , I care not , Whilst he gives me ftrength to go ; When or whither , all is one ; On his bus'nefs , not mine own , I fhall never go alone . If I be complete in him , And in him all ...
... Longer than men think them so : Though he send me forth , I care not , Whilst he gives me ftrength to go ; When or whither , all is one ; On his bus'nefs , not mine own , I fhall never go alone . If I be complete in him , And in him all ...
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Hymns of the Ages: Being Selections from Lyra Catholica, Germanica ..., Band 2 Caroline Snowden Guild Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 1861 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
angels aſk befide beſt bleffing bleft breaſt breath bright calm celeſtial Chrift clouds croſs darkneſs death divine doft doth dwell earth earthly eternal everlaſting evermore eyes faith Father fear fhade fhine fhore fhould filent fing fink fleep forever Francis Quarles ftand ftars ftill ftorms ftream ftrength ftrife ftrong George Wither give glory God's grace grief hath hear heart heaven heavenly Henry Vaughan holy hope hour HYMN Jeremy Taylor Jesus laft laſt life's light little longer Lord Madame Guyon mortal moſt muft muſt never night nought o'er orpharion paffing pain paſt Paul Gerhardt peace praise prayer refign reft reſt Robert Southwell Saviour ſhall ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky smile sorrow soul spirit ſtand ſtars ſtay ſtill sweet tears thee thine things THOMAS ELLWOOD Thomas Flatman Thou art Thou wilt thought throne toil truft unto voice weary Whilft wings
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 144 - What but thy grace can foil the tempter's power? Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be? Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me. I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless: Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? Where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if thou abide with me.
Seite 151 - Though long the weary way we tread, And sorrow crown each lingering year, No path we shun, no darkness dread, Our hearts still whispering, Thou art near...
Seite 39 - Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Seite 13 - 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.
Seite 140 - Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; Come quickly from above, Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of Love.
Seite 202 - To me remains nor place nor time ; My country is in every clime ; I can be calm and free from care On any shore, since God is there.
Seite 142 - Our emptiness and woe ; And lead us in those paths of life Where all the righteous go. 3 Come as the fire ! and purge our hearts Like sacrificial flame ; Let our whole soul an offering be To our Redeemer's name. 4 Come as the dew ! and sweetly blesa This consecrated hour ; May barrenness rejoice to own Thy fertilizing power.
Seite 241 - We saw not the angels who met him there, The gates of the city we could not see; Over the river, over the river, My brother stands waiting to welcome me. Over the river the boatman pale Carried another, — the household pet; Her brown curls waved in the gentle gale, — Darling Minnie!
Seite 143 - ABIDE with me ! fast falls the eventide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide : When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me ! 2.
Seite 1 - Give me my scallop-shell of quiet, My staff of faith to walk upon. My scrip of joy, immortal diet, My bottle of salvation, My gown of glory, hope's true gage; And thus I'll take my pilgrimage.