A Collection of Moral and Religious Poetry: For the Use of Families and SchoolsWhittaker and Company, 1835 |
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... storm is abroad , my child Hark , hark , the sabbath bells Hark ' tis the village bell · Help me oh God , to trust in thee Holy father , heavenly King Holy , holy , holy Father How beautiful the setting sun How cheerful along the gay ...
... storm is abroad , my child Hark , hark , the sabbath bells Hark ' tis the village bell · Help me oh God , to trust in thee Holy father , heavenly King Holy , holy , holy Father How beautiful the setting sun How cheerful along the gay ...
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... storm hath ceased , yet still I hear 72 The storm , which to a fearful height 138 The thunder burst ! its rolling might 90 They have watched her last and quivering breath 140 Thou art the first , and Thou the last 172 Thou art O God ...
... storm hath ceased , yet still I hear 72 The storm , which to a fearful height 138 The thunder burst ! its rolling might 90 They have watched her last and quivering breath 140 Thou art the first , and Thou the last 172 Thou art O God ...
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... place , And very thoughtfully He looked up in his face . These were his simple words : - " Father , how cold it blows ! What comes of all the birds Amidst the storms and snows ? " " They fly , far , far away From storms RELIGIOUS POETRY .
... place , And very thoughtfully He looked up in his face . These were his simple words : - " Father , how cold it blows ! What comes of all the birds Amidst the storms and snows ? " " They fly , far , far away From storms RELIGIOUS POETRY .
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... storms , and snows , and rain : But Harry , love , next May They'll all come back again . " " And will my flowers come too ? " The little fellow said , " And all be bright and new That now looks cold and dead ? " " Oh yes , dear , in ...
... storms , and snows , and rain : But Harry , love , next May They'll all come back again . " " And will my flowers come too ? " The little fellow said , " And all be bright and new That now looks cold and dead ? " " Oh yes , dear , in ...
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... storms arise , Thou hast no cause for dread , For this good God , who lives on high , Protects thy little head . " Monthly Preceptor . 18 . BIRTH - DAY LINES . Thou wak'st from rosy sleep , to play With bounding heart , my boy ! Before ...
... storms arise , Thou hast no cause for dread , For this good God , who lives on high , Protects thy little head . " Monthly Preceptor . 18 . BIRTH - DAY LINES . Thou wak'st from rosy sleep , to play With bounding heart , my boy ! Before ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Almighty beautiful behold bend beneath Bernard Barton bless blest bloom bounteous breath bright butterfly CHARLES ELIOT NORTON cheerful child clouds darkness divine dwell earth eternal faithless Father fear flower friends glorious glory GLOW-WORM golden sun gracious green Hallelujah happy HARVARD COLLEGE hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour humble Hymns for Infant Infant Minds Jehovah Jesus keep light little bird live LIVERPOOL Lord LORD'S PRAYER Mary Howitt mercy moon MORNING HYMN moss nest night NOVEMBER 16 o'er peace Poetic Sketches praise pray prayer rejoice remember thee rest rise round Sabbath bell Sacred Offering Saturday Magazine Saviour shade shine sing skies skylark sleep smile song sorrow soul spring stars storm sweet tears tempests tender thine things thou wouldst thought thrush thy love tree Twas voice wandering Where'er winds wings winter youth
Pasajes populares
Página 192 - WHO DRY'ST THE MOURNER'S TEAR! O THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear ! How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown ; And he, who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone.
Página 154 - Give me a calm, a thankful heart, From every murmur free ; The blessings of thy grace impart, And make me live to thee. 3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine My life and death attend ; Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey's end.
Página 103 - Is it far away, in some region old, Where the rivers wander o'er sands of gold, Where the burning rays of the ruby shine, And the diamond lights up the secret mine, And the pearl gleams forth from the coral strand? Is it there, sweet mother! that better land? Not there, not there, my child ! Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy!
Página 139 - What is that, mother ? The dove, my son ! And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure, by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove — In friendship as faithful, as constant in love. What is that, mother...
Página 187 - 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. When day, with farewell beam, delays Among the opening clouds of even, And we can almost think we gaze Through golden vistas into heaven, — Those hues, that mark the sun's decline So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine.
Página 187 - When night, with wings of starry gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark, beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with unnumbered eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are Thine.
Página 103 - Eye hath not seen it, my gentle boy, Ear hath not heard its deep songs of joy; Dreams cannot picture a world so fair, Sorrow and death may not enter there, Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom; For beyond the clouds and beyond the tomb — It is there, it is there my child!
Página 187 - 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, tfiy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are Thine...
Página 152 - Who through this weary pilgrimage Hast all our fathers led. 2 Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race.
Página 82 - Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose : Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.