Selections from the Christian Poets, Ancient and ModernSeeleye, 1851 - 431 páginas |
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... DEAD , AND NO INCREASE THROW AWAY THY ROD 6 TEACH ME , MY GOD AND KING 6 WHEN GOD AT FIRST MADE MAN SWEETEST SAVIOUR , IF MY SOUL • • PAGE . 35 37 39 40 • 41 43 45 47 48 Sandys . Shirley . Quarles . 6 GOD IS OUR REFUGE , our strong ...
... DEAD , AND NO INCREASE THROW AWAY THY ROD 6 TEACH ME , MY GOD AND KING 6 WHEN GOD AT FIRST MADE MAN SWEETEST SAVIOUR , IF MY SOUL • • PAGE . 35 37 39 40 • 41 43 45 47 48 Sandys . Shirley . Quarles . 6 GOD IS OUR REFUGE , our strong ...
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... dead . The Judge ascends His awful throne ; He makes each secret sin be known ; And all with shame confess their own . O then ! what interest shall I make , With whom shall I my refuge take , When the most just have cause to quake ...
... dead . The Judge ascends His awful throne ; He makes each secret sin be known ; And all with shame confess their own . O then ! what interest shall I make , With whom shall I my refuge take , When the most just have cause to quake ...
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... dead , and no increase Doth my dull husbandry improve : O let thy graces , without cease , Drop from above ! If still the sun should hide his face , Thy house would but a dungeon prove , Thy works night's captives : O let grace Drop ...
... dead , and no increase Doth my dull husbandry improve : O let thy graces , without cease , Drop from above ! If still the sun should hide his face , Thy house would but a dungeon prove , Thy works night's captives : O let grace Drop ...
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... Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce ; And to our high - raised phantasy present That undisturbed song of pure concent , Aye sung before the sapphire - coloured throne , To Him that sits thereon , With saintly shout , and ...
... Dead things with inbreathed sense able to pierce ; And to our high - raised phantasy present That undisturbed song of pure concent , Aye sung before the sapphire - coloured throne , To Him that sits thereon , With saintly shout , and ...
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... dead arise ? And not a single soul escape His all - discerning eyes ? How will thy heart endure The terrors of that day ; When earth and heaven , before His face , Astonished , shrink away ? Fly , then , to seek His grace , Whose wrath ...
... dead arise ? And not a single soul escape His all - discerning eyes ? How will thy heart endure The terrors of that day ; When earth and heaven , before His face , Astonished , shrink away ? Fly , then , to seek His grace , Whose wrath ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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.