Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious KindOtis, Broaders, 1839 - 288 sider |
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Side iv
... feeling of the original compiler . It is hoped that the lovers of sacred poetry - poetry that has caught its spirit from " the book of grace And book of nature " . may find in this little manual much to make the Sabbath a delight ...
... feeling of the original compiler . It is hoped that the lovers of sacred poetry - poetry that has caught its spirit from " the book of grace And book of nature " . may find in this little manual much to make the Sabbath a delight ...
Side xi
... feel , and hear , and see , • A mother's love - how sweet the name , And is there care in heaven ? and is there love , And Rachel lies in Ephrath's land , A Parish Priest was of the pilgrim train , As the good shepherd leads his sheep ...
... feel , and hear , and see , • A mother's love - how sweet the name , And is there care in heaven ? and is there love , And Rachel lies in Ephrath's land , A Parish Priest was of the pilgrim train , As the good shepherd leads his sheep ...
Side 19
... feel the sting of ceaseless pain If there I meet thy gentle presence not , Nor hear the voice I love , nor read again In thy serenest eyes the tender thought . Will not thy own meek heart demand me there ? That heart whose fondest ...
... feel the sting of ceaseless pain If there I meet thy gentle presence not , Nor hear the voice I love , nor read again In thy serenest eyes the tender thought . Will not thy own meek heart demand me there ? That heart whose fondest ...
Side 25
... feels the stranger's yoke , And Ephraim is a heartless dove ; — Yet , yet shall Judah's LION wake , Yet shall the day of promise come , Thy sons from iron bondage break , And God shall lead the wanderers home ! " THE CLOUDS . THE clouds ...
... feels the stranger's yoke , And Ephraim is a heartless dove ; — Yet , yet shall Judah's LION wake , Yet shall the day of promise come , Thy sons from iron bondage break , And God shall lead the wanderers home ! " THE CLOUDS . THE clouds ...
Side 26
... feeling stays , That never can grow cold ; And the love of nature is one of these , That Time's wave never shrouds ; And oft and oft doth my soul find peace In watching the passing clouds ! GOD IS LOVE . ALL I feel , and hear 26.
... feeling stays , That never can grow cold ; And the love of nature is one of these , That Time's wave never shrouds ; And oft and oft doth my soul find peace In watching the passing clouds ! GOD IS LOVE . ALL I feel , and hear 26.
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Side 207 - DURING HIS SOLITARY ABODE IN THE ISLAND OF JUAN FERNANDEZ. 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 hrute. 0 solitude! where are the charms
Side 274 - of light, Angels ! for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing. Ye in heaven! 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, Sure pledge of day, that
Side 133 - in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars in the sea When the blue ware rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset
Side 188 - gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine. And every flower the summer wreathes Is born beneath that kindling eye: Where'er we turn, thy glories shine, And all things fair and bright are thine. THE
Side 205 - the blood of goat, The flesh of rams, I will not prize ; A contrite heart, an humble thought, Are mine accepted sacrifice." FUNERAL HYMN. YE midnight shades, o'er nature spread! Dumb silence of the dreary hour! In honor of the approaching dead, Around your awful terrors pour. Yes, pour around On this pale ground,
Side 163 - roam : But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way. So grant me, God, from every care And stain of passion free, Aloft, through virtue's purer air, To hold my course to
Side 188 - vistas into heaven, Those hues that mark the sun's decline, So soft, so radiant, Lord, are thine. When night, with wings of stormy gloom, O'ershadows all the earth and skies, Like some dark beauteous bird, whose plume Is sparkling with a thousand eyes, That sacred gloom, those fires divine, So grand, so countless, Lord, are thine.
Side 201 - men, And the brightness of their smile was gone from upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all The
Side 157 - origin divine, God's glorious image—freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A star of day ! The sun is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky; The soul, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE ! GOD'S FIRST TEMPLES.—A
Side 177 - THE REV. W. MASON. TAKE, holy earth, all that my soul holds dear; Take that best gift, which Heaven so lately gave. To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care, Her faded form—she how'd to taste the wave, And died ! Does youth, does beauty read the line ? Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm ? Speak, dead