Lays of the pious minstrel, selections by J.B.H.Simpkin, Marshall & Company, 1862 - 348 sider |
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... live ! MEMORY . Wordsworth . A PEN , to register ; a key , That winds through secret wards , Are well assigned to ... lives , which flee so fast , In purity were such , That not an image of the past Should fear the pencil's touch ...
... live ! MEMORY . Wordsworth . A PEN , to register ; a key , That winds through secret wards , Are well assigned to ... lives , which flee so fast , In purity were such , That not an image of the past Should fear the pencil's touch ...
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... live , Himself shall lose the way . GRACE BEFORE SLEEP . GIVER of sleep , unsleeping Lord , Now am I to my chamber come , Where Flesh and Heart each seek their home ; Thy nightly gift again I crave , My wearied frame repose would have ...
... live , Himself shall lose the way . GRACE BEFORE SLEEP . GIVER of sleep , unsleeping Lord , Now am I to my chamber come , Where Flesh and Heart each seek their home ; Thy nightly gift again I crave , My wearied frame repose would have ...
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... live ! and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past ; Rely on Heaven's unchanging will For peace at last . Though long of winds and waves the sport , Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam , Live ! thou shalt reach a shelt'ring ...
... live ! and deeply cherish still The sweet remembrance of the past ; Rely on Heaven's unchanging will For peace at last . Though long of winds and waves the sport , Condemn'd in wretchedness to roam , Live ! thou shalt reach a shelt'ring ...
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... live : Are not thy mercies large and free May not a sinner trust in thee ? O wash my soul from every sin , And make my guilty conscience clean ? . Here on my heart the burden lies , And past offences pain my eyes . My lips with shame my ...
... live : Are not thy mercies large and free May not a sinner trust in thee ? O wash my soul from every sin , And make my guilty conscience clean ? . Here on my heart the burden lies , And past offences pain my eyes . My lips with shame my ...
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Lays John Bawtree Harvey. I cannot live without thy light , Cast out and banish'd from thy sight : Thy holy joys , my God , restore , And guard me that I fall no more . O may thy love inspire my tongue ! Salvation shall be all my song ...
Lays John Bawtree Harvey. I cannot live without thy light , Cast out and banish'd from thy sight : Thy holy joys , my God , restore , And guard me that I fall no more . O may thy love inspire my tongue ! Salvation shall be all my song ...
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Side 283 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Side 57 - That day of wrath, that dreadful day, When heaven and earth shall pass away, What power shall be the sinner's stay? How shall he meet that dreadful day? When, shrivelling like a parched scroll, The flaming heavens together roll, When louder yet, and yet more dread, Swells the high trump that wakes the dead ! O, on that day, that wrathful day, When man to judgment wakes from clay, Be THOU the trembling sinner's stay, Though heaven and earth shall pass away!
Side 266 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Side 321 - 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, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine.
Side 162 - And there lay the rider, distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail...
Side 253 - Would I describe a preacher, such as Paul, ** Were he on earth, would hear, approve, and own, Paul should himself direct me. I would trace His master-strokes, and draw from his design. I would express him simple, grave, sincere; In doctrine uncorrupt; in language plain, ** And plain in manner; decent, solemn, chaste, And natural in gesture ; much impressed Himself, as conscious of his awful charge, And anxious mainly that the flock he feeds May feel it too; affectionate in look, ** And tender in...
Side 99 - How sweet the name of Jesus sounds In a believer's ear ! It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, And drives away his fear.
Side 59 - SOMETIMES a light surprises The Christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing in his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again, A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain.
Side 75 - So Moses the servant of the LORD died there in the land of Moab, according to the word of the LORD. And he buried him in a valley in the land of Moab, over against Beth-peor: but no man knoweth of his sepulchre unto this day.
Side 264 - The sire turns o'er, wi' patriarchal grace, The big ha' Bible, ance his father's pride. His bonnet rev'rently is laid aside, His lyart haffets wearing thin an' bare ; Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide, He wales a portion with judicious care ; And " Let us worship God !