Golden gleanings, a selection from the poets devotional and moral1863 |
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... never know Till they have left us , nor how great the love We bore them ; they are all too meek to show Their dearness , till they stand our praise above . We met him coldly , and we look back now To see how naturally he kindled mist ...
... never know Till they have left us , nor how great the love We bore them ; they are all too meek to show Their dearness , till they stand our praise above . We met him coldly , and we look back now To see how naturally he kindled mist ...
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... never know Till they have left us , nor how great the love We bore them ; they are all too meek to show Their dearness , till they stand our praise above . We met him coldly , and we look back now To see how naturally he kindled mist ...
... never know Till they have left us , nor how great the love We bore them ; they are all too meek to show Their dearness , till they stand our praise above . We met him coldly , and we look back now To see how naturally he kindled mist ...
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... never cease ; Their lot may here be grief and fear , but his is certain It peace . may be that the tempter's wiles their souls from bliss may sever ; But if our own poor hearts fail not , he must be ours for ever . When we think of what ...
... never cease ; Their lot may here be grief and fear , but his is certain It peace . may be that the tempter's wiles their souls from bliss may sever ; But if our own poor hearts fail not , he must be ours for ever . When we think of what ...
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... never cease ; He , the mighty God , was given , Given to us a Prince of peace . None but He who did create us Could redeem from sin and hell ; None but He could re - instate us In the rank from which we fell . Had he come , the glorious ...
... never cease ; He , the mighty God , was given , Given to us a Prince of peace . None but He who did create us Could redeem from sin and hell ; None but He could re - instate us In the rank from which we fell . Had he come , the glorious ...
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... never spake before , Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen ! —I will speak no more : — Be silent , Pride ! " Art thou a Wretch of hope forlorn , The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell ...
... never spake before , Hath found at length a tongue to chide ; O listen ! —I will speak no more : — Be silent , Pride ! " Art thou a Wretch of hope forlorn , The victim of consuming care ? Is thy distracted conscience torn By fell ...
Términos y frases comunes
angels beauty behold bless bliss breast breath bright bring brow cease child clouds cold dark dead death deep doth dread dream dust earth eternal eyes face fair fall Father fear feel fire flowers give glory God's gone grace grave grief hand hast hath head hear heart heaven hold holy hope hour HYMN immortal John kind King land leave light live look Lord meet mind morning mother's nature never night o'er once pass peace poor praise prayer rest rise roll round shade shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thou art thought throne tomb voice wake walk waves weep wild winds wing young youth
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Página 114 - 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 79 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death ; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.
Página 39 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 50 - THOU art, O God, the life and light Of all this wondrous world we see ; Its glow by day, its smile by night, Are but reflections caught from Thee : Where'er we turn, Thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine.
Página 121 - 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. So roll your incense, herbs, and fruits, and flowers, In mingled clouds to Him, whose sun exalts, Whose breath...
Página 75 - The world recedes: it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting.
Página 77 - The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear: The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Página 7 - Try not the Pass !" the old man said ; ' ' Dark lowers the tempest overhead, The roaring torrent is deep and wide!" And loud that clarion voice replied, Excelsior ! " O stay," the maiden said, "and rest Thy weary head upon this breast...
Página 85 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Página 73 - Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade; Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade...