The Sunday Book of PoetryMacmillan, 1865 - 318 páginas A collection of religious poetry for children. Also includes prayers and hymns. |
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... solemn jubilee ; Where the bright seraphim in burning row , Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow ; And the cherubic host , in thousand choirs , Touch their immortal harps of golden wires , With those just spirits that wear victorious ...
... solemn jubilee ; Where the bright seraphim in burning row , Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow ; And the cherubic host , in thousand choirs , Touch their immortal harps of golden wires , With those just spirits that wear victorious ...
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... solemn Litany ! By Thy helpless infant years , By Thy life of want and tears , By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness , By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power , Turn , O turn a favoring eye ; Hear ...
... solemn Litany ! By Thy helpless infant years , By Thy life of want and tears , By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness , By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power , Turn , O turn a favoring eye ; Hear ...
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... solemn Litany ! By Thy deep expiring groan ; By the sad sepulchral stone ; By the vault , whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God ; O from earth to heaven restored , Mighty reascended Lord , Listen , listen to the cry Of our solemn ...
... solemn Litany ! By Thy deep expiring groan ; By the sad sepulchral stone ; By the vault , whose dark abode Held in vain the rising God ; O from earth to heaven restored , Mighty reascended Lord , Listen , listen to the cry Of our solemn ...
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... ween Mournful watched the Magdalene , Rising early , resting late , By the sepulchre to wait , In the holy garden glade Where her buried Lord was laid . So with Thee till life shall end I would solemn 72 The Sunday Book of Poetry.
... ween Mournful watched the Magdalene , Rising early , resting late , By the sepulchre to wait , In the holy garden glade Where her buried Lord was laid . So with Thee till life shall end I would solemn 72 The Sunday Book of Poetry.
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Cecil Frances Alexander. So with Thee till life shall end I would solemn vigil spend ; Let me hew Thee , Lord , a shrine In this rocky heart of mine , Where in pure embalmèd cell None but Thou may'st ever dwell . Myrrh and spices I will ...
Cecil Frances Alexander. So with Thee till life shall end I would solemn vigil spend ; Let me hew Thee , Lord , a shrine In this rocky heart of mine , Where in pure embalmèd cell None but Thou may'st ever dwell . Myrrh and spices I will ...
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angels art thou Ben Jonson beneath bird bless blest breast breath bright calm child Christ clouds crown dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream dust E'en earth eternal evermore eyes faith faithless fear flowers forever gaze glorious glory God's golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heavenly Henry Hart Milman holy Holy habits hope hour HYMN Jesus John Dryden John Milton King Lamb of God land light live look Lord lowly morn ne'er never night o'er peace praise pray prayer psalm rest round sacred saints Saviour SEA OF GALILEE shalt shine Sicily silent sing skies sleep slumber smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star star of Bethlehem strife sweet tears thee thine thou art thought throne Thy love tomb unto voice wave weary weep wind wings word Wykeham's