Sabbath Recreations: Or, Select Poetry of a Religious KindOtis, Broaders, 1839 - 288 sider |
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... paths secure , And , while a - fold by night they sleep Doth keep them sure ; So the True Shepherd , Christ , our souls doth guide , Safe in his eye , protected by his side . Great Shepherd ! do we know thy voice , And follow thee ? Is ...
... paths secure , And , while a - fold by night they sleep Doth keep them sure ; So the True Shepherd , Christ , our souls doth guide , Safe in his eye , protected by his side . Great Shepherd ! do we know thy voice , And follow thee ? Is ...
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... path our ancient people trod , When the gray sires of Jacob's race , Like faithful servants , walked with God ! But Israel's song , alas ! is hushed , That all her tales of triumph told , And mute is every voice that gushed In music to ...
... path our ancient people trod , When the gray sires of Jacob's race , Like faithful servants , walked with God ! But Israel's song , alas ! is hushed , That all her tales of triumph told , And mute is every voice that gushed In music to ...
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... paths of sin , And soon to gather up its bitter fruits . I knew a boy , whose infant feet had trod Upon the blossoms of some seven springs , And when the eighth came round , and called him out To revel in its light , he turned away ...
... paths of sin , And soon to gather up its bitter fruits . I knew a boy , whose infant feet had trod Upon the blossoms of some seven springs , And when the eighth came round , and called him out To revel in its light , he turned away ...
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... paths grow pale ? They have one season - ALL are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam , Thou art where music melts upon the air , Thou art around us in our peaceful home , And the world calls us forth - and thou art there ! Thou ...
... paths grow pale ? They have one season - ALL are ours to die ! Thou art where billows foam , Thou art where music melts upon the air , Thou art around us in our peaceful home , And the world calls us forth - and thou art there ! Thou ...
Side 39
... , like the radiant bow , His covenant of peace to show , Athwart the breaking storm to glow , Then vanish into heaven . O Church ! to whom that youth was dear , The angel of thy mercies here , Behold the path he trod , " A milky way 39.
... , like the radiant bow , His covenant of peace to show , Athwart the breaking storm to glow , Then vanish into heaven . O Church ! to whom that youth was dear , The angel of thy mercies here , Behold the path he trod , " A milky way 39.
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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