Lays for the Sabbath: A Collection of Religious PoetryCrosby and Nichols, 1850 - 288 páginas |
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... . 150 The Thunder - Storm , translated from the Russian of Dmitriev , The Summit of Mount Sinai , Eternal Union of Friends , by J. Bowring . 151 Montgomery . 152 • Byron . 153 Powers of the Disembodied Spirit , The Grave , God's vii.
... . 150 The Thunder - Storm , translated from the Russian of Dmitriev , The Summit of Mount Sinai , Eternal Union of Friends , by J. Bowring . 151 Montgomery . 152 • Byron . 153 Powers of the Disembodied Spirit , The Grave , God's vii.
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... Storm and the Whirlwind , Peace ,. The Death of the Virtuous , Love to Christ , Oriental Illustration of a Christian Pre- cept , Upon the Death of a Wife , Silent Worship , Herbert Knowles . 220 Lord Palmerston . 221 J. J. Gurney . 222 ...
... Storm and the Whirlwind , Peace ,. The Death of the Virtuous , Love to Christ , Oriental Illustration of a Christian Pre- cept , Upon the Death of a Wife , Silent Worship , Herbert Knowles . 220 Lord Palmerston . 221 J. J. Gurney . 222 ...
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... storm , Whether upon the Northern pines It rocks its cloud - wrapt form ; Or , conquering , tramps right royally The hollow - sounding seas , Or holds high carnival among The crashing mountain trees ! His earthquakes shake the eternal ...
... storm , Whether upon the Northern pines It rocks its cloud - wrapt form ; Or , conquering , tramps right royally The hollow - sounding seas , Or holds high carnival among The crashing mountain trees ! His earthquakes shake the eternal ...
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... 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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... , AN EMBLEM OF CHRISTIAN HOPE . How wither'd , faded , seems the form Of yon obscure , unsightly root ! Yet from the blight of winter's storm It hides secure the precious root . The careless eye can find no grace , No beauty 41.
... , AN EMBLEM OF CHRISTIAN HOPE . How wither'd , faded , seems the form Of yon obscure , unsightly root ! Yet from the blight of winter's storm It hides secure the precious root . The careless eye can find no grace , No beauty 41.
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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
Passagens conhecidas
Página 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?
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.