The Sunday Book of PoetryMacmillan, 1865 - 318 páginas A collection of religious poetry for children. Also includes prayers and hymns. |
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... hands , His feet , Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet , Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine , That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing , so divine ...
... hands , His feet , Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet , Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? Were the whole realm of nature mine , That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing , so divine ...
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Cecil Frances Alexander. Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil Thy law's demands ; 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 ...
Cecil Frances Alexander. Not the labours of my hands Can fulfil Thy law's demands ; 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 ...
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... . Henry Moore LI CHRIST OUR GOD He , Who on earth as man was known , And bore our sins and pains , Now , seated on the eternal Throne , The God of Glory reigns . His hands the wheels of Nature guide With an unerring Book of Poetry 59.
... . Henry Moore LI CHRIST OUR GOD He , Who on earth as man was known , And bore our sins and pains , Now , seated on the eternal Throne , The God of Glory reigns . His hands the wheels of Nature guide With an unerring Book of Poetry 59.
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Cecil Frances Alexander. His hands the wheels of Nature guide With an unerring skill , And countless worlds , extended wide , Obey His sovereign will . While harps unnumber'd sound His praise In yonder world above , His saints on earth ...
Cecil Frances Alexander. His hands the wheels of Nature guide With an unerring skill , And countless worlds , extended wide , Obey His sovereign will . While harps unnumber'd sound His praise In yonder world above , His saints on earth ...
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... hands , A great High Priest our nature wears , The Saviour of mankind appears . He who for man in mercy stood , And pour'd on earth His precious blood , Pursues in heaven His plan of grace , The guardian God of human race . Though now ...
... hands , A great High Priest our nature wears , The Saviour of mankind appears . He who for man in mercy stood , And pour'd on earth His precious blood , Pursues in heaven His plan of grace , The guardian God of human race . Though now ...
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angels art thou Ben Jonson beneath bird bless blest breast breath bright calm child Christ cloud dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream dust E'en earth eternal evermore eyes faith faithless fear flowers gaze glorious glory God's golden grace grave grief hand happy hast hath hear heard heart Heaven heavenly Henry Hart Milman holy Holy habits Holy Holy hope hour HYMN Jesus John Dryden John Milton Keble king Lamb of God land light live look'd Lord lowly Miserere morn ne'er never night o'er pass'd peace praise prayer rest round sacred saints Saviour shalt shine sing skies sleep smile soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit spring star star of Bethlehem strife sweet Sweet day tears thee thine Thou art thought throne tomb unto voice wave weary weep wild William Walsham wind wings word Wykeham's
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Página 2 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try ; Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice Returning from his ways, While angels in their songs rejoice, Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters Heaven with prayer.
Página 97 - O ! th" exceeding grace Of highest God that loves his creatures so, And all his works with mercy doth embrace, That blessed Angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe ! How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight, they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us...
Página 250 - The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled Heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand.
Página 218 - I heard the voice of Jesus say, " Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live !" I came to Jesus, and I drank Of that life-giving stream ; My thirst was quenched, my soul revived, And now I live in Him. 3 I heard the voice of Jesus say, " I am this dark world's light ; Look unto Me, thy morn shall rise, And all thy day be bright.
Página 111 - A lily of a day, Is fairer far, in May, Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Página 237 - What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp to sweep, The patriot's voice to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown to light the brows,— He giveth his beloved sleep...
Página 8 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head...
Página 142 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden flower grows wild ; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Página 143 - Wept o'er his wounds, or tales of sorrow done, Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learn'd to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe ; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Página 192 - Let us be patient! These severe afflictions Not from the ground arise, But oftentimes celestial benedictions Assume this dark disguise. We see but dimly through the mists and vapors; Amid these earthly damps What seem to us but sad, funereal tapers May be heaven's distant lamps.