Select Poetry: Chiefly on Subjects Connected with ReligionSeeleys, 1860 - 272 páginas |
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... o'er the past my memory strays As , panting in the sultry beam · As when a felon , whom his country's laws As when the weary trav'ller gains As withereth the primrose by the river At anchor laid , remote from home PAGE 104 27 136 · 13 ...
... o'er the past my memory strays As , panting in the sultry beam · As when a felon , whom his country's laws As when the weary trav'ller gains As withereth the primrose by the river At anchor laid , remote from home PAGE 104 27 136 · 13 ...
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... o'er sinners weep ? Do not I love Thee , O my Lord ? Earth ! guard what here we lay in holy trust E'en as the needle , that directs the hour J. Taylor . 141 Wesley Gerhard . · 132 19 Cunningham , 175 Toplady 244 59 Doddridge , 182 ...
... o'er sinners weep ? Do not I love Thee , O my Lord ? Earth ! guard what here we lay in holy trust E'en as the needle , that directs the hour J. Taylor . 141 Wesley Gerhard . · 132 19 Cunningham , 175 Toplady 244 59 Doddridge , 182 ...
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... o'er The silent joy , that sinks so deep The spacious firmament on high Burns Cowper . 259 · • • 3 Shirley . 196 Oliver Bowring Roscommon Tate 98 233 8 · Cowper 149 Montgomery 256 Keble Addison Waller 159 · 75 • 9 • 264 45 · Lyte · 35 ...
... o'er The silent joy , that sinks so deep The spacious firmament on high Burns Cowper . 259 · • • 3 Shirley . 196 Oliver Bowring Roscommon Tate 98 233 8 · Cowper 149 Montgomery 256 Keble Addison Waller 159 · 75 • 9 • 264 45 · Lyte · 35 ...
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... o'er life's wide darkling plain Bowdler 168 · Who laughs at sin , laughs at his Maker's frown Who seeks in weakness an excuse 270 Marperger 165 Who would not be a Christian ! Who but now Conder . 235 • Why should I fear the darkest hour ...
... o'er life's wide darkling plain Bowdler 168 · Who laughs at sin , laughs at his Maker's frown Who seeks in weakness an excuse 270 Marperger 165 Who would not be a Christian ! Who but now Conder . 235 • Why should I fear the darkest hour ...
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... o'er the world and sin , The Prince of Peace . On Sion's sacred height His kingdom he maintains ; And glorious , with his saints in light , For ever reigns . He keeps his own secure , And guards them by his side ; Arrays in garments ...
... o'er the world and sin , The Prince of Peace . On Sion's sacred height His kingdom he maintains ; And glorious , with his saints in light , For ever reigns . He keeps his own secure , And guards them by his side ; Arrays in garments ...
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Términos y frases comunes
abide angels beams beneath bless blest bliss blood breast breath bright calm child Christ clouds dark death despair thou never divine doth dread dwell earth eternal false earth Father fear flee flesh foes give glorious glory grief hand hath healing hear heart heaven heaven's gate heavenly hell holy hope hour Jesus Lamb of God life's light live liveth Lord love divine love possess love Thee mar delights mercy mournful mountain nigh night pains God o'er peace praise prayer reigns rest rise saints Saviour shalt shine sigh sinks skies smile sorrows soul star Star of Bethlehem strength sweet tears Tempter's power thine Thou art thou art God Thou hast thought throne thy love thy Name Thy Nature thy pains thy spirit tis Thou tower of refuge trembling trust uncertain path voice waves weep wilt wings world unknown
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Página 245 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme. How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How he who bore in Heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head ; How His first followers and servants sped. The precepts sage they wrote to many a land How he who lone, in Patmos banished. Saw in the sun a mighty angel stand. And heard great Babylon's doom pronounced by Heaven's command. Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope "springs...
Página 223 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Página 68 - HOW sweet the Name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Página 164 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air, His watchword at the gates of death • He enters heaven with prayer. :. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry,
Página 106 - Strong in the Lord of Hosts, And in his mighty power; Who in the strength of Jesus trusts Is more than conqueror.
Página 187 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Página 78 - JUST as I am, without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, And that thou bid'st me come to thee, O Lamb of God, I come!
Página 186 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath When they, pale captives,...
Página 199 - TO BLOSSOMS. Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past ; But you may stay yet here awhile, To blush and gently smile, And go at last.
Página 29 - A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night Before the rising sun.