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Sacred and Household Poetry: Gathered From the Highways and By-Ways (Classic ...
Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2018
abide angels art thou awake and sing beams beauty beneath bird blessed blest bliss blossoms fall breast breath bright brow CHARLES WESLEY cheer child cloud crown dark dear death divine doth earth earthly EEST eternal faith Father fear flowers gloom glory grace grave grief Grod hath hear heaven Heaven's gate heavenly holy hope hour HYMN Jesus life's light live lonely Lord mercy Moab mother Nearer to Thee neath never night o'er pain path of sorrow peace praise pray prayer prayerless bed rapture rest rise SAINT AUGUSTINE Saviour seraph shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow spirit stars sweet sweet Spring tears tempests thine thou art thou hast thought throne thy love thy name thy soul tis Thou toil truth Twas unto voice wandering weary weep wings wondrous word
Seite 138 - tis Love! Thou diedst for Me, I hear Thy Whisper in my Heart. The Morning breaks, the Shadows flee: Pure UNIVERSAL LOVE Thou art, To me, to All Thy Bowels move, Thy Nature, and Thy Name is LOVE.
Seite 200 - neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came, And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Seite 70 - Along the emblazoned wall. This was the bravest warrior That ever buckled sword ; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earth's philosopher Traced, with his golden pen, On the deathless page, truths half so sage As he wrote down for men.
Seite 141 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe...
Seite 206 - NOT in the solitude Alone may man commune with Heaven, or see Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity ; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice. Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty ! — here, amidst the crowd, Through the great city rolled, With everlasting murmur deep and loud — Choking the ways that wind 'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind.
Seite 45 - 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.
Seite 70 - But when the warrior dieth. His comrades in the war, With arms reversed and muffled drum. Follow his funeral car. They show the banners taken. They tell his battles won, And after him lead his masterless steed. While peals the minute gun.
Seite 99 - Tis not for man to trifle ! Life is brief, And sin is here. Our age is but the falling of a leaf, A dropping tear. We have no time to sport away the hours, All must be earnest in a world like ours.