The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 11Alfred Henry Miles G. Routledge & Sons, Limited, 1906 |
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... feel the tempter's power ; Your Redeemer's conflict see , Watch with Him one bitter hour : Turn not from His griefs away , Learn of Jesus Christ to pray . Follow to the judgment - hall , View the Lord of Life arraigned O the wormwood ...
... feel the tempter's power ; Your Redeemer's conflict see , Watch with Him one bitter hour : Turn not from His griefs away , Learn of Jesus Christ to pray . Follow to the judgment - hall , View the Lord of Life arraigned O the wormwood ...
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... Earth's Babel - tongues o'erpower . Then , then I feel that He , ( Remember'd or forgot , ) The Lord , is never far from me , Though I perceive Him not . PART II . In darkness as in light Hidden alike ΤΟ JAMES MONTGOMERY .
... Earth's Babel - tongues o'erpower . Then , then I feel that He , ( Remember'd or forgot , ) The Lord , is never far from me , Though I perceive Him not . PART II . In darkness as in light Hidden alike ΤΟ JAMES MONTGOMERY .
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... feel : He wounds them for His mercy's sake , He wounds to heal . " Humbled beneath His mighty hand , Prostrate His Providence adore : ' Tis done ! -Arise ! He bids thee stand , To fall no more . " Now , Traveller in the vale of tears ...
... feel : He wounds them for His mercy's sake , He wounds to heal . " Humbled beneath His mighty hand , Prostrate His Providence adore : ' Tis done ! -Arise ! He bids thee stand , To fall no more . " Now , Traveller in the vale of tears ...
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... feel in truth completed The bliss foretold ! Suffice it now , by His high pleasure , To hold the course He bids , and strain The race to run , the mark to measure , The prize to gain ; Still on his banner'd sign attending , Still led ...
... feel in truth completed The bliss foretold ! Suffice it now , by His high pleasure , To hold the course He bids , and strain The race to run , the mark to measure , The prize to gain ; Still on his banner'd sign attending , Still led ...
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... that they a home Have gained ; a fair and goodly lot , Enduring , and that changeth not . And who that home of freedom there Will with his prison - house compare ? ' Tis grief to feel , that we behind , 38 RICHARD MANT .
... that they a home Have gained ; a fair and goodly lot , Enduring , and that changeth not . And who that home of freedom there Will with his prison - house compare ? ' Tis grief to feel , that we behind , 38 RICHARD MANT .
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ALFRED H angels beneath blessed blest bliss born breast breath bright calm CAROLINE CLIVE Christ Christian CHRISTOPHER WORDSWORTH Church clouds dark dear death deep divine dost doth e'en earth earthly eternal faith Father fear flowers glorious glory glow God's grace grave hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly Henry HENRY ALFORD HENRY HART MILMAN holy hope Horatius Bonar hour hymns Jesus John Henry Newman JOHN MASON NEALE JOHN STUART BLACKIE Keble King life's light live Lord night o'er pain passed peace poems poet poetry prayer rest RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH RICHARD MANT sacred saints Saviour sight silent sing sleep smile Songs of praise sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears Thee Thine things Thou art Thou hast thought thro throne toil truth unto verse voice weary weep winds wings wonder Wordsworth
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Página 53 - Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide thee, though the eye of sinful man thy glory may not see, only thou art holy, there is none beside thee perfect in power, in love, and purity. 4 Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! all thy works shall praise thy name in earth and sky and sea; Holy, holy, holy!
Página 5 - Here in the body pent, Absent from Him I roam ; Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home.
Página 248 - I HEARD the voice of Jesus say, ' Come unto Me and rest ; Lay down, thou weary one, lay down Thy head upon My breast.' I came to Jesus as I was, Weary, and worn, and sad ; I found in Him a resting-place, And He has made me glad. 2 I heard the voice of Jesus say, ' Behold, I freely give The living water ; thirsty one, Stoop down, and drink, and live.
Página 215 - NEARER, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee ! E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ! Still all my song shall be, Nearer, my God ! to thee, Nearer to thee...
Página 215 - I'd be Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee ! 3 There let the way appear Steps unto heaven; All that thou sendest me, In mercy given; Angels to beckon me Nearer, my God, to thee, Nearer to thee!
Página 161 - ABIDE with me ; fast falls the even-tide ; The darkness deepens ; Lord, with me abide ; When other helpers fail, and comforts flee, Help of the helpless, O abide with me.
Página 13 - Prayer is the simplest form of speech That infant lips can try : Prayer the sublimest strains that reach The Majesty on high. 4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, The Christian's native air ; His watchword at the gates of death ; He enters heaven with prayer. 5 Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice, Returning from his ways ; While angels in their songs rejoice, And cry—
Página 21 - Here woman reigns ; the mother, daughter, wife, Strews with fresh flowers the narrow way of life ; In the clear heaven of her delightful eye, An angel-guard of loves and graces lie ; Around her knees domestic duties meet, And fireside pleasures gambol at her feet. " Where shall that land, that spot of earth be found ?" Art thou a man ? — a patriot ? — look around ; Oh, thou shalt find, howe'er thy footsteps roam, That land thy country, and that spot thy home...
Página 85 - Just as I am Thou wilt receive, Wilt welcome, pardon, cleanse, relieve ! Because Thy promise I believe, O Lamb of God, I come...
Página 11 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.