The Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious PoetryWalker, Wise,, 1861 - 348 páginas |
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... breathing odors on the gale . ' Mid yon rich cloud's voluptuous pile , Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest , to gaze below awhile , Then turn to bathe and revel there . The sun breaks forth ; from off the scene Its floating veil ...
... breathing odors on the gale . ' Mid yon rich cloud's voluptuous pile , Methinks some spirit of the air Might rest , to gaze below awhile , Then turn to bathe and revel there . The sun breaks forth ; from off the scene Its floating veil ...
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... breath sustains yon fiery dome ; But man is most thy favored home . We view those halls of painted air , And own Thy presence makes them fair ; But dearer still to thee , O Lord ! Is he whose thoughts to thine accord . 27 MELODIES AND ...
... breath sustains yon fiery dome ; But man is most thy favored home . We view those halls of painted air , And own Thy presence makes them fair ; But dearer still to thee , O Lord ! Is he whose thoughts to thine accord . 27 MELODIES AND ...
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... meaning half divine : By whom Love's daily touch is seen In strengthening form and freshening hue , In the fixed brow serene , The deep yet eager view . BABY CARL . Who taught thy pure and even breath 112 MEDITATION , PRAYER , AND PRAISE .
... meaning half divine : By whom Love's daily touch is seen In strengthening form and freshening hue , In the fixed brow serene , The deep yet eager view . BABY CARL . Who taught thy pure and even breath 112 MEDITATION , PRAYER , AND PRAISE .
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... breath To come and go with such sweet grace ? Whence thy reposing faith , Though in our frail embrace ? O tender gem , and full of heaven ! Not in the twilight stars on high , Not in moist flowers at even , See we our God so nigh . 113 ...
... breath To come and go with such sweet grace ? Whence thy reposing faith , Though in our frail embrace ? O tender gem , and full of heaven ! Not in the twilight stars on high , Not in moist flowers at even , See we our God so nigh . 113 ...
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... breath the breezes I perfume , And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes . The bee comes sipping , every eventide , His dainty fill ; The butterfly within my cup doth hide From threatening ill . " " Not to myself alone , ” The ...
... breath the breezes I perfume , And gladden all things with my rainbow dyes . The bee comes sipping , every eventide , His dainty fill ; The butterfly within my cup doth hide From threatening ill . " " Not to myself alone , ” The ...
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angels Arouse thee Baby Carl beam beauty behold BERNARD BARTON Bethpeor bless blest bosom breast breath bright brow calm canopy of love CHARLES MACKAY child Christ clouds COMMUNION HYMN crown dark dear death deep divine doth dream dying band earth earthly eternal eyes fair faith Father fear flowers gaze gleam glorious glory glow God's GOLDEN LEGEND grace grave grief hallows heath hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour HYMN Jesus JOHN STERLING life's light live Lord MADAME GUYON mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest round Saviour shadow shine SHIRAZ silent sing Sir Launfal smile solemn song SONNET sorrow soul stars stream strife sweet SYLVESTER JUDD tears thine Thou art thou hast thought throne toil trust truth unto voice weary weep whispers wilt wing words YEAR'S DAY
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Página 258 - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 147 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Página 258 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Página 12 - Our outward life requires them not ; Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth. To comfort man, — to whisper hope Whene'er his faith is dim ; For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him ! THE WOODLAND SANCTUARY.
Página 142 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 107 - And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.
Página 150 - When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer ; Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.
Página 51 - And no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth, But no man heard the trampling, Or saw that train go forth. Noiselessly as the daylight Comes when the night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun ; Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves. And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Página 156 - I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee...
Página 152 - 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.