Between the Lights: Thoughts for the Quiet HourA.D.F. Randolph & Company, 1887 - 436 páginas "For many years gems of poetry and prose have found their way into a scrap-book, until friends, who felt a delicacy in borrowing so well-worn a volume, have urged me to give it publication. 'Between the lights' is for the 'little pause in life' at the close of the day, when the most conscientiously busy worker will steal a few moments of rest and refreshment before the lamps are lighted."--Page 3 of title page verso |
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... thee not , O untried morrow ! For well I know my Father is thy King . If joy thou bringest , straight to God , the giver , My gratitude shall rise , for ' t is His gift ; If sorrow , still , ' mid waves of Grief's deep river , My ...
... thee not , O untried morrow ! For well I know my Father is thy King . If joy thou bringest , straight to God , the giver , My gratitude shall rise , for ' t is His gift ; If sorrow , still , ' mid waves of Grief's deep river , My ...
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... thee calm and strong . And when the toil is o'er , how sweet , O God , to flee Within , to Thee ! GERHARD TERSTEEGEN . Tr . by CATHErine Winkworth . January 3 . While we look not at the things which are seen , but at the things which ...
... thee calm and strong . And when the toil is o'er , how sweet , O God , to flee Within , to Thee ! GERHARD TERSTEEGEN . Tr . by CATHErine Winkworth . January 3 . While we look not at the things which are seen , but at the things which ...
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... Thee my thoughts and my love . The last thoughts of a heart that loves Thee are like those last , deepest , ruddiest rays of the setting sun . Thou hast willed , Ō my God ! that life should be beau- tiful even to the end . Make me to ...
... Thee my thoughts and my love . The last thoughts of a heart that loves Thee are like those last , deepest , ruddiest rays of the setting sun . Thou hast willed , Ō my God ! that life should be beau- tiful even to the end . Make me to ...
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... thee for a moment ; but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee , saith the Lord thy Redeemer . ISA . liv . 8 . STRANGELY TRANGELY do some people talk of " getting over " a great sorrow , overleaping it , passing it by ...
... thee for a moment ; but with everlasting kindness will I have mercy on thee , saith the Lord thy Redeemer . ISA . liv . 8 . STRANGELY TRANGELY do some people talk of " getting over " a great sorrow , overleaping it , passing it by ...
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... Thee , in all that we are doing , Thy praise pursuing . As Thy beloved , soothe the sick and weeping , And bid the prisoner lose his griefs in sleeping ; Widows and orphans we to Thee commend them , Do Thou befriend them . We have no ...
... Thee , in all that we are doing , Thy praise pursuing . As Thy beloved , soothe the sick and weeping , And bid the prisoner lose his griefs in sleeping ; Widows and orphans we to Thee commend them , Do Thou befriend them . We have no ...
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angels bear beauty beneath BERNARD OF CLUNY bird blessed blest bright calm Christ clouds comfort dark dear death deep divine dost doth earth earthly ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eternal eyes F. D. MAURICE faint faith Father fear feel feet flowers forever GEORGE ELIOT give glory God's grace grief grow hand happy hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY WARD BEECHER holy hope HORACE BUSHNELL hour human Immanuel's land infinite JAMES MARTINEAU Jesus leaves life's light live look Lord MADAME SWETCHINE mercy morning mountains never night o'er pain path patience peace perfect pray prayer quiet rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH SAMUEL RUTHERFORD shadow shining silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars strength sweet tears tender Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought toil trust unto voice wait wandering weary WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT wind wings
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Página 279 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 280 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 27 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main; The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming Lair.
Página 183 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work, a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it...
Página 189 - DOES the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn. Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at that door. Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?...
Página 420 - Brightest and best of the sons of the morning, Dawn on our darkness, and lend us thine aid; Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid.
Página 191 - I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises and hopes to get to heaven, and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the...
Página 256 - Christ leads me through no darker rooms Than He went through before ; He that into God's kingdom comes Must enter by this door. Come, Lord, when grace hath made me meet Thy blessed face to see ; For if thy work on earth be sweet, What will thy glory be...
Página 34 - There is the throne of David; And there, from care released, .The shout of them that triumph, The song of them that feast. And they, who with their Leader, Have conquered in the fight, For ever and for ever Are clad in robes of white.
Página 378 - 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 the...