The Christian's Book of Gems: A Selection of Sacred PoetryW.S. Orr, 1840 - 288 sider |
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... , I feel a pang untold , Those ruby lips so pale ! That blushing cheek so cold ; And dim those eyes of " dewy light , " That smiled and glanced so sweetly bright . To lay that darling form , So lovely e'en in BOOK OF GEMS . 5.
... , I feel a pang untold , Those ruby lips so pale ! That blushing cheek so cold ; And dim those eyes of " dewy light , " That smiled and glanced so sweetly bright . To lay that darling form , So lovely e'en in BOOK OF GEMS . 5.
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... bright , Shall charm my ravish'd eyes , In tints of rainbow light ; Shall bloom unfading in the skies , And drink the dews of paradise . Oh ! this is blest relief My fainting heart it cheers ; It cools my burning grief , And sweetens ...
... bright , Shall charm my ravish'd eyes , In tints of rainbow light ; Shall bloom unfading in the skies , And drink the dews of paradise . Oh ! this is blest relief My fainting heart it cheers ; It cools my burning grief , And sweetens ...
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... bright original I see , From which thy sacred page was traced , Sweet book , I've no more need of thee . But while I'm here , thou shalt supply His place , and tell me of his love ; I'll read , with Faith's discerning eye , And get a ...
... bright original I see , From which thy sacred page was traced , Sweet book , I've no more need of thee . But while I'm here , thou shalt supply His place , and tell me of his love ; I'll read , with Faith's discerning eye , And get a ...
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... bright array . Set , O set my spirit free ; Let me die , to live with thee ! Now I see thee , Saviour , bending From thy glorious throne on high : See the cherubim descending , With the chariots of the sky . These shall waft my fainting ...
... bright array . Set , O set my spirit free ; Let me die , to live with thee ! Now I see thee , Saviour , bending From thy glorious throne on high : See the cherubim descending , With the chariots of the sky . These shall waft my fainting ...
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... lone , For all our daily blessedness , For our bright ones who are gone , To thee , the mightiest , wisest , best , The great Eternal One ! SUNDAY . Herbert . O DAY most calm , most C 2 BOOK OF GEMS . 19 Nature Praises Night.
... lone , For all our daily blessedness , For our bright ones who are gone , To thee , the mightiest , wisest , best , The great Eternal One ! SUNDAY . Herbert . O DAY most calm , most C 2 BOOK OF GEMS . 19 Nature Praises Night.
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Side 252 - This is the month, and this the happy morn Wherein the Son of Heaven's Eternal King, Of wedded maid and virgin mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring; For so the holy sages once did sing That he our deadly forfeit should release, And with his Father work us a perpetual peace.
Side 212 - AND is there care in heaven ? and is there love In heavenly spirits to these creatures base, That may compassion of their evils move ? There is...
Side 114 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks He shall attend, . And all my midnight hours defend.
Side 216 - Thou art the source and centre of all minds, Their only point of rest, eternal Word ! From thee departing, they are lost and rove At random without honour, hope, or peace. From thee is all that soothes the life of man. His high endeavour, and his glad success, His strength to suffer and his will to serve.
Side 217 - 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 133 - Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks, From every host, from every gem ; But one alone the Saviour speaks, It is the star of Bethlehem.
Side 58 - DIM as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wandering travellers, Is Reason to the soul : and as on high, Those rolling fires discover but the sky, Not light us here ; so Reason's glimmering ray I Was lent, not to assure our doubtful way, But guide us upward to a better day.
Side 114 - Though in the paths of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread ; My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For thou, O Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shade Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious lonely wilds I stray.
Side 149 - O'er mountain tower and town, Or mirrored in the ocean vast, A thousand fathoms down. As fresh in yon horizon dark, As young thy beauties seem, As when the eagle from the ark First sported in thy beam.
Side 247 - 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, Perfum'd with fresh fragrance, and glittering with dew, Nor yet for the ravage of winter I mourn; Kind Nature the embryo blossom will save.