The Sacred Lyre: Comprising Poems, Devotional, Moral and Preceptive : Including Many Original Pieces, with an Introduction and a Copious IndexRichard Griffin, 1828 - 360 páginas |
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... hast afflicted me , The Sabbath morning , The seasons moralized , To the flying fish , Missionary Hymn , The children of God , Walking with God , The Sabbath , The pilgrim's song , Confession , The coming of the Lord , The birth of ...
... hast afflicted me , The Sabbath morning , The seasons moralized , To the flying fish , Missionary Hymn , The children of God , Walking with God , The Sabbath , The pilgrim's song , Confession , The coming of the Lord , The birth of ...
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... hast reach'd the shore , " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar , " And thy lov'd consort on the dang'rous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side . But me , scarce hoping to attain that rest , Always from port withheld ...
... hast reach'd the shore , " Where tempests never beat nor billows roar , " And thy lov'd consort on the dang'rous tide Of life long since has anchor'd by thy side . But me , scarce hoping to attain that rest , Always from port withheld ...
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... hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day , And wipe the latest tear away . R. GRANT . A NIGHT PIECE ON DEATH . By the blue taper's trembling light , No more I waste the wakeful night , Intent with endless view to pore The ...
... hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day , And wipe the latest tear away . R. GRANT . A NIGHT PIECE ON DEATH . By the blue taper's trembling light , No more I waste the wakeful night , Intent with endless view to pore The ...
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... hast thou With health renew'd my face ; And , when in sins and sorrows sunk , Reviv'd my soul with grace . Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Hath made my cup run o'er , And in a kind and faithful friend Hath doubled all my store ...
... hast thou With health renew'd my face ; And , when in sins and sorrows sunk , Reviv'd my soul with grace . Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss Hath made my cup run o'er , And in a kind and faithful friend Hath doubled all my store ...
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... hast thou known The joy of innocent delights , Endearing days for ever flown , And tranquil nights ? O live ! and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past : Rely on Heav'n's unchanging will For peace at last . Tho ' long ...
... hast thou known The joy of innocent delights , Endearing days for ever flown , And tranquil nights ? O live ! and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past : Rely on Heav'n's unchanging will For peace at last . Tho ' long ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore agitation free angels beam beauty behold beneath BERNARD BARTON blessings blest bliss bloom breast breath bright calm clouds dæmons dark death divine dream dust e'er earth eternal ev'n ev'ry fair faith fear flowers glorious glory grace grave Greenock hail hand happy hath hear heart heath bells heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour HYMN immortal Jehovah King life's light Lord lov'd lyre mercy midnight wind midst mind morn mortal mourn ne'er never night o'er pain peace pow'r praise prayer PSALM reign rest rise round sacred Saviour scene Scots Worthies seem'd seraph shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit spring stars storm SUMMER HYMN sweet Sweet day tear tempest tempted danger thee thine thou art thou hast thought throne tomb trembling Twas vex'd voice wave weep wings
Pasajes populares
Página 70 - The armaments which thunder-strike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war : These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar.
Página 9 - But gladly, as the precept were her own ; And, while that face renews my filial grief, Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief, Shall steep me in Elysian reverie, A momentary dream that thou art she.
Página 207 - Join voices, all ye living Souls : Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise. Ye that in waters glide, and ye that walk The earth, and stately tread, or lowly creep ; Witness if I be silent, morn or even, To hill, or valley, fountain, or fresh shade, Made vocal by my song, and taught his praise. Hail, universal Lord, be bounteous still To give us only good ; and if the night Have gather'd aught of evil, or conceal'd, Disperse it, as now light...
Página 52 - Hark, they whisper ; angels say, " Sister spirit, come away ! " What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my...
Página 326 - This man is freed from servile bands Of hope to rise, or fear to fall ; Lord of himself, though not of lands ; And having nothing, yet hath all.
Página 352 - Mine is an unchanging love, higher than the heights above, deeper than the depths beneath, free and faithful, strong as death. 5 'Thou shalt see my glory soon, when the work of grace is done ; partner of my throne shalt be : say, poor sinner, lov'st thou me?
Página 206 - Rising or falling still advance his praise. His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud; and wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant in sign of worship wave.
Página 67 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near. Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high.
Página 84 - Waft, waft, ye winds, His story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! 727 Psalm 60.
Página 9 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was. Where thou art gone Adieus and farewells are a sound unknown. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore, The parting word shall pass my lips no more ! Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern, Oft gave me promise of thy quick return.