Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288 sider |
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... Clouds , God is Love , † The Poor Debtor , The Dying Boy , • The Hour of Death , God our Refuge , Lines on the Death of T. Spencer , Imperishable Wealth , Sonnet on Sunday Morning , • Drummond . Mrs. Hemuns . 35 Montgomery . 37 J ...
... Clouds , God is Love , † The Poor Debtor , The Dying Boy , • The Hour of Death , God our Refuge , Lines on the Death of T. Spencer , Imperishable Wealth , Sonnet on Sunday Morning , • Drummond . Mrs. Hemuns . 35 Montgomery . 37 J ...
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... Cloud , † The Star of Bethlehem , . The Young Herdsman , The Parting Spirit , The silent Expression of Nature , Life and Death , Logan . 117 Bryant . 119 Noel . 121 J. Bowring . 122 J. Wilson . 123 J. G. Percival . 124 Wordsworth . 126 ...
... Cloud , † The Star of Bethlehem , . The Young Herdsman , The Parting Spirit , The silent Expression of Nature , Life and Death , Logan . 117 Bryant . 119 Noel . 121 J. Bowring . 122 J. Wilson . 123 J. G. Percival . 124 Wordsworth . 126 ...
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... , A Thought on Death , † The Widow of Nain , The Autumn Evening , Wallace . 279 Thompson . 279 Cowper . 283 Caroline Fry . 284 Anonymous . 285 Mrs. Barbauld . 286 Furness . 287 Peabody . 288 TABLE OF FIRST LINES . A cloud lay cradled near ...
... , A Thought on Death , † The Widow of Nain , The Autumn Evening , Wallace . 279 Thompson . 279 Cowper . 283 Caroline Fry . 284 Anonymous . 285 Mrs. Barbauld . 286 Furness . 287 Peabody . 288 TABLE OF FIRST LINES . A cloud lay cradled near ...
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A Collection of Religious Poetry. TABLE OF FIRST LINES . A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun , Ah ! when did wisdom covet length of days , Ah me ! these youthful bearers , robed in white , All I feel , and hear , and see , A ...
A Collection of Religious Poetry. TABLE OF FIRST LINES . A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun , Ah ! when did wisdom covet length of days , Ah me ! these youthful bearers , robed in white , All I feel , and hear , and see , A ...
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... clouds ! the clouds ! they are beautiful , 25 The cold wind strips the yellow leaf , 263 The groves were God's first temples . Ere man learn'd , 157 The heavens , O Lord , thy power proclaim , 50 The hour , the hour , the parting hour ...
... clouds ! the clouds ! they are beautiful , 25 The cold wind strips the yellow leaf , 263 The groves were God's first temples . Ere man learn'd , 157 The heavens , O Lord , thy power proclaim , 50 The hour , the hour , the parting hour ...
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amaranthine angels beams beauty beneath bids bless bless'd blessed band bliss bloom bosom bowers breast breath bright brow burst of joy calm clouds coral strand dark death divine dust earth earthly eternal fade fair Father fear feel fire flower friends gloom glorious glorious burden glory glow grace grave grief harp hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour HYMN Israel life's light lonely Lord lyre mercy morning mortal mother mourn murderous ball ne'er never night o'er pale peace Polish sabres praise prayer rest rill rise roll rose round Sabbath Savior scene shade shine sigh silent skies sleep smile smiling bands song soothe sorrow soul sound spheres spirit spring star Star of Bethlehem storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou art thought throne thundering bands tomb tread vale voice wakes wandering wave weep winds wings youth
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Side 87 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Side 191 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
Side 113 - GOD moves in a mysterious way His wonders to perform ; He plants his footsteps in the sea, And rides upon the storm. Deep in unfathomable mines Of never-failing skill, He treasures up his bright designs, And works his sovereign will. Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head. Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust him for his grace ; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will...
Side 276 - In the cross of Christ I glory, Towering o'er the wrecks of time; All the light of sacred story Gathers round its head sublime.
Side 138 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore, Perfumed with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew...
Side 36 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Side 133 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Side 207 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Side 99 - 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 plant, And all for love and nothing for reward, O why should heavenly God to men have such regard *." This agrees with what is recorded of St.
Side 274 - 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.