PoemsJ. Crissy, 1822 |
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afar affection's art thou balm barque beam beatific beguile bestow bids billow blessed blest bliss bloom bosom breast breath bright brow calm charms cheer Cherub clime dark DARK WAVE dawn dear deep doth dread dream earth Edom eternal evanescent fair fame fancy's fears flame flowers freedom's gleam gloom grave grief hallowed hallowed ground Hark hast hath heart heaven holy hope Hosanna hour hushed illume immortal Jesus kindly life's lonely looks at t'other Lord lowly lyre mercy seat moan morn Morning Star mourn murmuring naught ne'er neath night o'er Palestine peace plain pleasure prayer rapture repose rest rise riven sacred scenes SECOND SHEPHERD shade shore shrine sigh sleep slumber smile song sorrow soul STANZAS star strains sweet swell tear tell tempest thee thine thou throne Tis midnight tomb Twas viewless wanderer wave weary weep whispering wilt wrapt youth
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Página 47 - riven; And views the tempest passing by, The evening shadows quickly fly, And all serene in heaven. There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given; There rays divine disperse the gloom, Beyond the confines of the tomb, Appears the dawn of heaven. THE
Página 129 - Tis midnight, and for other's guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in: blood; Yet he that hath in anguish knelt, Is not forsaken by his God. 'Tis midnight, and from ether plains, Is borne the song that angels know; Unheard by mortals are the strains That sweetly
Página 46 - Tis fair as breath of even; A couch for weary mortals spread, Where they may rest the aching head, And find repose in heaven. There is a home for weeping souls, By sin and sorrow driven; When tost on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is
Página 97 - joy. There is a home of sweet repose, Where storms assail no more, The stream of endless pleasure flows On that celestial shore: There smiling peace with love appears, And bliss without alloy; There they, that once have sown in tears, Now reap eternal joy.
Página 129 - midnight, and on Olive's brow The star is dimm'd that lately shone; 'Tis midnight; in the garden now, The suffering Saviour prays alone. 'Tis midnight, and from all removed, Immanuel wrestles, lone, with fears; E'en the disciple that he loved, Heeds not his Master's grief and tears. 'Tis midnight, and for other's guilt The Man of Sorrows weeps in: blood; Yet he
Página 97 - When sighs and sorrowing tears shall cease, And all be hushed to rest: 'Tis then the soul is freed from fears, And doubts that here annoy: Then they that oft have sown in tears, Shall reap again in joy. There is a home of sweet repose, Where storms assail no more, The stream of endless pleasure flows On that celestial shore: There
Página 46 - souls, By sin and sorrow driven; When tost on life's tempestuous shoals, Where storms arise and ocean rolls, And all is drear—'tis heaven.
Página 108 - Thus when affliction's billows roll, And waves of sorrow and of sin, Beset the fearful, weeping soul, And all is dark and drear within: 'Tis Jesus, whispering strains of peace, Drives every doubt and fear afar; He bids the raging tempest cease, And shines the Bright and Morning Star.
Página 106 - Thy will be done." Whate'er, 0 Lord, thou hast designed To bring my soul to thee, its trust; If mercies or afflictions kind, For all thy dealings, Lord, are just, Take all; but grant in goodness free, That love which ne'er thy stroke would shun, Support this heart, and strengthen me, To say in
Página 106 - trust; If mercies or afflictions kind, For all thy dealings, Lord, are just, Take all; but grant in goodness free, That love which ne'er thy stroke would shun, Support this heart, and strengthen me, To say in