Sacred poetry: consisting of selections from the works of the most admired writers, ed. by H. StebbingHenry Stebbing |
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... pain and grief , Thy love's return ingratitude and hate ; The limbs thou healedst brought thee no relief , The eyes thou openedst calmly view'd thy fate : Thou that wert wont to dwell In peace , tongue cannot tell , No heart conceive ...
... pain and grief , Thy love's return ingratitude and hate ; The limbs thou healedst brought thee no relief , The eyes thou openedst calmly view'd thy fate : Thou that wert wont to dwell In peace , tongue cannot tell , No heart conceive ...
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... pain ; The blood from all thy flesh with scourges torn , Deepen'd thy robe of mockery's crimson grain ; Whose native vesture bright Was the unapproached light , The sandal of whose foot the rapid hurricane . They smote thy cheek with ...
... pain ; The blood from all thy flesh with scourges torn , Deepen'd thy robe of mockery's crimson grain ; Whose native vesture bright Was the unapproached light , The sandal of whose foot the rapid hurricane . They smote thy cheek with ...
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... pain . XV . The welcome news , Thro ' ev'ry angel's breast , fresh raptures shall diffuse . The day is come , When Satan with his pow'rs shall sink to endless doom ; No more shall we his hostile troops pursue , From cloud to cloud , nor ...
... pain . XV . The welcome news , Thro ' ev'ry angel's breast , fresh raptures shall diffuse . The day is come , When Satan with his pow'rs shall sink to endless doom ; No more shall we his hostile troops pursue , From cloud to cloud , nor ...
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... pain ? O helpless he who near the main , Now sees its billowy rage destroy . Beholds the foundering bark descend , Nor knows but what its fate may end The moments of his dearest friend . TO A YOUNG PERSON WITH A WATCH [ MRS . SACRED ...
... pain ? O helpless he who near the main , Now sees its billowy rage destroy . Beholds the foundering bark descend , Nor knows but what its fate may end The moments of his dearest friend . TO A YOUNG PERSON WITH A WATCH [ MRS . SACRED ...
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... moments are gone ! Then , hurry'd away with his cares , His life is but labour and pain ; old age is the garment he wears ; He wishes for youth , but in vain . Now , crush'd with the load of his sin , SACRED POETRY . 25 25.
... moments are gone ! Then , hurry'd away with his cares , His life is but labour and pain ; old age is the garment he wears ; He wishes for youth , but in vain . Now , crush'd with the load of his sin , SACRED POETRY . 25 25.
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angels art thou beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blood breast breath bright CHARLES WESLEY CHARLOTTE ELLIOTT cheer Christ clouds COUNT ZINZENDORF dark dead dear death divine doth dread dust dwell earth eternal eyes faith Father fear flesh flow foes friends glorious glory glows God's grace grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope HORATIUS BONAR hour HYMN immortal Ithuriel King Lamb Lamb of God life's light live Lord mercy morn mortal mountains mourn ne'er night o'er pain peace pleasure praise pray prayer RAY PALMER rest rise sacred Satan Saviour Selia seraph shade shine sing sinners sins skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sweet talked of Jesus tears tempest thee thine things Thou art Thou hast Thou wilt thought throne Thy love trembling Twas unto voice weary weep word
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Page 451 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Page 103 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
Page 336 - STERN Daughter of the Voice of God ! O Duty ! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe, From vain temptations dost set free, And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity!
Page 88 - JESUS, Lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, "While the nearer waters roll, While the tempest still is high. Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide ; Oh, receive my soul at last...
Page 99 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page 450 - WHEN all Thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost In wonder, love, and praise. O, how shall words with equal warmth The gratitude declare, That glows within my ravish'd heart ! But Thou canst read it there.
Page 81 - That thus they all shall meet in future days; There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 337 - Give unto me, made lowly wise, The spirit of self-sacrifice ; The confidence of reason give ; And in the light of truth thy bondman let me live ! 1805.
Page 190 - The impetuous song, and say from whom you rage. His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills ; And let me catch it as I muse along. Ye headlong torrents, rapid and profound; Ye softer floods, that lead the humid maze Along the vale ; and thou, majestic main, A secret world of wonders in thyself, Sound his stupendous praise whose greater voice Or bids you roar, or bids your roarings fall.
Page 100 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.