Selections from the Christian Poets, Ancient and ModernSeeleye, 1851 - 431 páginas |
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... LORD , TURN NOT THY FACE AWAY Jordan . Spencer . Herbert . " " 39 دو C HERE IS THE SPRING WHERE WATERS FLOW AND IS THERE CARE IN HEAVEN ? AND IS THEre love SWEET DAY , SO COOL , SO CALM , SO BRIGHT C MY STOCK LIES DEAD , AND NO INCREASE ...
... LORD , TURN NOT THY FACE AWAY Jordan . Spencer . Herbert . " " 39 دو C HERE IS THE SPRING WHERE WATERS FLOW AND IS THERE CARE IN HEAVEN ? AND IS THEre love SWEET DAY , SO COOL , SO CALM , SO BRIGHT C MY STOCK LIES DEAD , AND NO INCREASE ...
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... LORD THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT ON HIGH WHEN RISING FROM THE BED OF DEATH 77 79 81 83 Cate . GOD IS OUR REFUGE IN DISTRESS THE LORD ABOUNDS WITH TENDER LOVE 85 29 Watts . Doddridge . 33 " ? Steele . 39 33 C BLESS GOD , MY SOUL ! -THOU , Lord ...
... LORD THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT ON HIGH WHEN RISING FROM THE BED OF DEATH 77 79 81 83 Cate . GOD IS OUR REFUGE IN DISTRESS THE LORD ABOUNDS WITH TENDER LOVE 85 29 Watts . Doddridge . 33 " ? Steele . 39 33 C BLESS GOD , MY SOUL ! -THOU , Lord ...
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... LORD , TO WHOM FOR HELP I FLY 6 Jesus , refuge of my soul ' NO , I WOULD NOT ALWAYS LIVE 121 125 . 127 129 131 133 137 139 • 141 142 . 145 . 147 • 149 C THOU GOD OF GLORIOUS MAJESTY 151 • 153 SHRINKING FROM THE COLD HAND OF DEATH • " 3 ...
... LORD , TO WHOM FOR HELP I FLY 6 Jesus , refuge of my soul ' NO , I WOULD NOT ALWAYS LIVE 121 125 . 127 129 131 133 137 139 • 141 142 . 145 . 147 • 149 C THOU GOD OF GLORIOUS MAJESTY 151 • 153 SHRINKING FROM THE COLD HAND OF DEATH • " 3 ...
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... loRD ! I FLEE 231 6 GOD MOVES IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY 233 33 THERE IS A FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD 235 33 " HARK , MY SOUL ! IT IS THE LORD 237 " " ' O LORD , MY Best desire fuLFIL 6 WEAK AND IRRESOLUTE IS MAN WHEN DARKNESS LONG HAS VEILED ...
... loRD ! I FLEE 231 6 GOD MOVES IN A MYSTERIOUS WAY 233 33 THERE IS A FOUNTAIN FILLED WITH BLOOD 235 33 " HARK , MY SOUL ! IT IS THE LORD 237 " " ' O LORD , MY Best desire fuLFIL 6 WEAK AND IRRESOLUTE IS MAN WHEN DARKNESS LONG HAS VEILED ...
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... LORD 285 VII - lodern : Deceased Writers . Beber . " BENEATH OUR feet and o'er our head 289 FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS 291 99 ( 33 THE LORD WILL COME ! THE EARTH SHALL QUAKE 293 " IN THE SUN , AND MOON , AND STARS 295 " THOU ART ...
... LORD 285 VII - lodern : Deceased Writers . Beber . " BENEATH OUR feet and o'er our head 289 FROM GREENLAND'S ICY MOUNTAINS 291 99 ( 33 THE LORD WILL COME ! THE EARTH SHALL QUAKE 293 " IN THE SUN , AND MOON , AND STARS 295 " THOU ART ...
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abide adore Almighty Art thou bear behold beneath blessing blest bliss blood boundless breast breath bright calm Christ clouds darkness death didst divine doth dwell earth eternal everlasting eyes face fair music faith false earth Father fear flame flowing tears Gethsemane give glorious glory grace gracious grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly hell holy immortal Jesus Jesus day journey's end life's light live Lord love possess love Thee MOTHER OF JESUS mountains mourn never nigh night o'er pain Paraclete peace plead praise prayer PSALM resign rest rise sacred saints Saviour seed of death shine sigh sing sinners sins skies sleep smile song sorrow soul Spirit stand strength sweet SWEET day tears Thine Thou art Thou hast thought throne Thy love Thy mercy Thy name tower of refuge uncertain path UNTO voice weep wilt wings word
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Página 50 - in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade. Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; Hut their strong nerves at last must yield, They tame but one another still. Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath,
Página 227 - vile as he, Wash all my sins away. Dear dying Lamb! thy precious blood Shall never lose its power, Till all the ransom'd church of God Be saved, to sin no more. E'er since, by faith, I saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die.
Página 268 - 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, Kedeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign. " HIS FEET SHALL STAND ON THE MOUNT OF OLIVES.
Página 312 - O abide with me ! I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless : Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness. Where is death's sting? where, grave, thy victory? I triumph still, if Thou abide with me. Hold then Thy cross before my closing eyes ; Shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies
Página 50 - they, pale captives, creep to death. 53 The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds Upon death's purple altar now, See where the victor-victim bleeds! Your heads must come To the cold tomb, Only the actions of the just Smell sweet and blossom in the dust.
Página 229 - Sought thee wandering, set thee right, Turned thy darkness into light. " Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above ; Deeper than the depths beneath ; Free and faithful, strong as death. " Thou shall see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shall be: Say, poor
Página 328 - mind, While with the Father, and the Son, Sweet fellowship they find. Nor prayer is made on earth alone ; The Holy Spirit pleads. And Jesus, on the eternal throne, For mourners intercedes. O Thou, by whom we come to God, The life, the truth, the way ! The path of prayer thyself hast trod : Lord, teach us how to pray !
Página 164 - Could my zeal no respite know, Could my tears for ever flow, All for sin could not atone; Thou must save, and Thou alone! Nothing in my hand I bring ; Simply to Thy cross I cling; Naked, come to Thee for dress ; Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Vile, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Página 333 - Lord God of truth and grace, Teach us that death to shun, Lest we be banished from Thy face, And evermore undone: Here would we end our quest; Alone are found in Thee The life of perfect love,—the rest Of immortality. AND HE WAS NOT : FOR GOD TOOK HIM.'
Página 119 - Thou heavenly Paraclete ; Give us to lie, with humble hope, At our Redeemer's feet. Revive our drooping faith ; Our doubts and fears remove ; And kindle in our hearts the flame Of never-dying love. Convince us of our sin ; Then lead to Jesu's blood ; And to our wond'ring view reveal The secret love of God.