Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 páginas |
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... weary bark , Waked by rude waves no more from gentle dreams , Sadly to feel that earth to thee is dark- Not bright as once ; oh vain , vain memories , cease , I cast your burden down - I strive for peace . A voice is on mine ear- -a ...
... weary bark , Waked by rude waves no more from gentle dreams , Sadly to feel that earth to thee is dark- Not bright as once ; oh vain , vain memories , cease , I cast your burden down - I strive for peace . A voice is on mine ear- -a ...
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... weary train , Cheered by the moon's soft light , the sun's glad smile , Watching the blue sky o'er my path of pain , Waiting my summons : whose shall be the eye To glance unkindly ? —I have come to die ! Sweet words to die ! oh pleasant ...
... weary train , Cheered by the moon's soft light , the sun's glad smile , Watching the blue sky o'er my path of pain , Waiting my summons : whose shall be the eye To glance unkindly ? —I have come to die ! Sweet words to die ! oh pleasant ...
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... weary , Weary and worn , tired of its own sad beat , That finds no echo in this busy world , Which cannot pause to answer - tired alike Of joy and sorrow , of the day and night : Ah , take them first , my Father , and then me ! And for ...
... weary , Weary and worn , tired of its own sad beat , That finds no echo in this busy world , Which cannot pause to answer - tired alike Of joy and sorrow , of the day and night : Ah , take them first , my Father , and then me ! And for ...
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... from troubling , And the weary are at rest . The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er , And borne the 50 SONGS OF THE SOUL ; The joy of social Worship 514 The true Vine • 520 There is a world above where parting unknown 526.
... from troubling , And the weary are at rest . The toilsome way thou'st travelled o'er , And borne the 50 SONGS OF THE SOUL ; The joy of social Worship 514 The true Vine • 520 There is a world above where parting unknown 526.
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... weary are at rest . Sin can never taint thee now , Nor doubt thy faith assail , Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ And the Holy Spirit fail . And there thou'rt sure to meet the good , Whom on earth thou lovedst best , Where the wicked ...
... weary are at rest . Sin can never taint thee now , Nor doubt thy faith assail , Nor thy meek trust in Jesus Christ And the Holy Spirit fail . And there thou'rt sure to meet the good , Whom on earth thou lovedst best , Where the wicked ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore angels ANON beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blossom breast breath bright brow child clouds crown dark death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair faith Father fear FELICIA HEMANS flame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN HENRY VAUGHAN HENRY W Here's love holy hope hour hymn immortal JOHN KEBLE let thy life's light live Lord MATTHEW PRIOR mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest ROBERT POLLOK round sacred Saviour shade shalt shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet swelling tears thee thine THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto voice wave weary WILLIAM COWPER winds wings
Pasajes populares
Página 521 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Página 532 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Página 117 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 177 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 190 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Página 178 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Página 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 113 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Página 380 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.
Página 178 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix, And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.