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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... on high , Hear our 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 48 The Sunday.
... on high , Hear our 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 48 The Sunday.
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... solemn Litany ! By the sacred griefs that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ; By the boding tears that flow'd Over Salem's lov'd abode ; By the anguish'd sigh that told Treachery lurk'd within Thy fold ; From Thy seat above the ...
... solemn Litany ! By the sacred griefs that wept O'er the grave where Lazarus slept ; By the boding tears that flow'd Over Salem's lov'd abode ; By the anguish'd sigh that told Treachery lurk'd within Thy fold ; From Thy seat above the ...
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... 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 bring , My poor affection's offering , Close the door from sight ...
... 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 bring , My poor affection's offering , Close the door from sight ...
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... solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing . Still through the cloven sky they come With peaceful wings unfurl'd ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly ...
... solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing . Still through the cloven sky they come With peaceful wings unfurl'd ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly ...
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angels art thou Ben Jonson beneath bird bless blest breast breath bright calm child Christ cloud dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream dust E'en earth eternal evermore eyes faith faithless fear flowers gaze glorious glory God's golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heavenly Henry Hart Milman holy Holy habits Holy Holy hope hour HYMN Jesus John Dryden John Milton Keble king Lamb of God land light live look'd Lord lowly Miserere morn ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace praise prayer rest round sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star star of Bethlehem strife sweet Sweet day tears thee thine Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice wave weary weep wild William Walsham wind wings word Wykeham's
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Página 2 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters Heaven with prayer.
Página 97 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe ! How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Página 250 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled Heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand.
Página 218 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live !" I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.
Página 111 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 237 - What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep, The patriot's voice to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown to light the brows,— He giveth his beloved sleep...
Página 8 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Página 142 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 143 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 192 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.