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The Form of Morning and Evening Prayer: And for the Administration of the ...
Church Of England
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Amen angels bear bless blest breast breath bright bring Brooke calm child Christ clouds comes comfort dark dear death deep desire divine doth dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes face faith fall Father fear feet follow give glad glorious glory grace Grant grief hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour hymn Jesus John keep King kingdom land lead light live look Lord mercy Minister morn move never night o'er pain peace poor praise pray prayer Psalm pure raise rejoice rest Ring rise round seek shadows shine sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stand stars storm strength sweet thanks thee thine things thou art thou hast thought throne thy love trust truth unto voice wait watch weary wind
Seite 28 - Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth ; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Seite 106 - THERE is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign, Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain.
Seite 34 - The LORD, ye know, is GOD indeed ; Without our aid He did us make : We are His flock, He doth us feed, And for His sheep He doth us take.
Seite 131 - THOU hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed, no man knows! I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for thy repose; My heart is pained, nor can it be At rest till it finds rest in thee.
Seite 54 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Seite 203 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.