Songs of the Soul, Derived from the Writings of British, Continental, and Transatlantic Authors, Ancient and Modern1856 - 609 sider |
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... sweet harp of Judah , wake ! As withereth the primrose by the river Abraham Aspirations of the soul Around Bethesda's healing wave Abide with prayer A voice is on mine ear A noonday hymn A pledge for the pure in heart Abide with me . A ...
... sweet harp of Judah , wake ! As withereth the primrose by the river Abraham Aspirations of the soul Around Bethesda's healing wave Abide with prayer A voice is on mine ear A noonday hymn A pledge for the pure in heart Abide with me . A ...
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... sweet Harp of Judah , Wake ! AWAKE , sweet harp of Judah , wake , Re - tune thy strings for Jesu's sake ; We sing the Saviour of our race , The Lamb , our shield and hiding - place . When God's right arm is bared for war , And thunders ...
... sweet Harp of Judah , Wake ! AWAKE , sweet harp of Judah , wake , Re - tune thy strings for Jesu's sake ; We sing the Saviour of our race , The Lamb , our shield and hiding - place . When God's right arm is bared for war , And thunders ...
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... sweet voices from my childhood's home , And from my father's grave - I come , I come ! : Blest be the warning sound my mother's eyes Dwell on my memory yet , her parting tears , And from the grave where my young sister lies , Who ...
... sweet voices from my childhood's home , And from my father's grave - I come , I come ! : Blest be the warning sound my mother's eyes Dwell on my memory yet , her parting tears , And from the grave where my young sister lies , Who ...
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... sweet mouth and dimpled arms Each moment for a kiss , and softly asks , With her clear , flute - like voice , " Do you love me ? " Ah , let me stay ! ah , let me still be by , To answer her and meet her warm caress ! For I away , how ...
... sweet mouth and dimpled arms Each moment for a kiss , and softly asks , With her clear , flute - like voice , " Do you love me ? " Ah , let me stay ! ah , let me still be by , To answer her and meet her warm caress ! For I away , how ...
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... sweet sakes , my Father , Let me find rest beside them , at thy feet . FRANCIS S. OSGOOD . A Virtuous Woman is a Crown of THOU Glory . HOU askest what hath changed my heart , And where hath fled my youthful folly ? I tell thee , Tamar's ...
... sweet sakes , my Father , Let me find rest beside them , at thy feet . FRANCIS S. OSGOOD . A Virtuous Woman is a Crown of THOU Glory . HOU askest what hath changed my heart , And where hath fled my youthful folly ? I tell thee , Tamar's ...
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adore angels ANON beams beauty behold beneath blessed blest bliss blossom breast breath bright brow child clouds crown dark death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly EDWARD YOUNG eternal fair faith Father fear FELICIA HEMANS flame flowers FRANCIS QUARLES gaze gentle glorious glory God's grace hand happy hast hath hear heart heaven heavenly HENRY HART MILMAN HENRY VAUGHAN HENRY W Here's love holy hope hour hymn immortal JOHN KEBLE let thy life's light live Lord MATTHEW PRIOR mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest ROBERT POLLOK round sacred Saviour shade shalt shine silent sing skies sleep smile soft song Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet swelling tears thee thine THOMAS FLATMAN thou art thoughts throne Thy name tongue unto voice wave weary WILLIAM COWPER winds wings
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Side 521 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear ; The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Side 532 - Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again...
Side 117 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Side 177 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Side 190 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray ; New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Side 178 - On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Side 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear. 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.
Side 113 - Should fate command me to the farthest verge Of the green earth, to distant barbarous climes, Rivers unknown to song ! where first the sun Gilds Indian mountains, or his setting beam Flames on th...
Side 380 - The indorsement of supreme delight, Writ by a friend, and with his blood ; The couch of time ; care's balm and bay ; The week were dark, but for thy light. Thy torch doth show the way.
Side 178 - Of nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix, And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our Great Maker still new praise.