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EMMA MOODY. But oh ! more blest if memory brings No record of the past , Where angry glance and cruel word Their withering shadow cast ; Where no dead eye fell mournfully , When on the quivering soul , Thy bitter words went echoing Like ...
EMMA MOODY. But oh ! more blest if memory brings No record of the past , Where angry glance and cruel word Their withering shadow cast ; Where no dead eye fell mournfully , When on the quivering soul , Thy bitter words went echoing Like ...
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... past . Only trust Me till that hour , Then the need for trust is o'er ; Never weary days to fret thee , Never sin to harm thee more . Never change or pain to grieve thee , Friend's neglect to wring thy heart , But the Friend who loved ...
... past . Only trust Me till that hour , Then the need for trust is o'er ; Never weary days to fret thee , Never sin to harm thee more . Never change or pain to grieve thee , Friend's neglect to wring thy heart , But the Friend who loved ...
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... past ; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary , And heaven , the heart's true home , will come at last . Angels , sing on , your faithful watches keeping , Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above , Till morning's joy shall end ...
... past ; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary , And heaven , the heart's true home , will come at last . Angels , sing on , your faithful watches keeping , Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above , Till morning's joy shall end ...
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... past ; He comes ! and He is speaking ! ( It is Himself at last ! ) " Tis I ; be not afraid . " DEAN PAKENHAM WALSH . LAZARUS . WHEN Lazarus left his charnel - cave , And home to Mary's house returned , Was this demanded - if he yearned ...
... past ; He comes ! and He is speaking ! ( It is Himself at last ! ) " Tis I ; be not afraid . " DEAN PAKENHAM WALSH . LAZARUS . WHEN Lazarus left his charnel - cave , And home to Mary's house returned , Was this demanded - if he yearned ...
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... Past all the warring , Quit I gladly life's rude war - array , Victory crying , Enemies flying , Thus my armour put I off for aye . Pain yet assails me , Strength ofttimes fails me , ECHOES FROM THE HEART . 35 Almost Home.
... Past all the warring , Quit I gladly life's rude war - array , Victory crying , Enemies flying , Thus my armour put I off for aye . Pain yet assails me , Strength ofttimes fails me , ECHOES FROM THE HEART . 35 Almost Home.
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Absalom BATTLE OF SADOWA beneath bless blest BONAR Border Land breast breath bright brother brow calm clouds crown dark dear death deep doth dreams dwell earth earthly EMMA MOODY eternal faith Father fear feet flowers FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL gaze gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand hast hath hear heaven there's rest heavenly holy hope hour Jesus of Nazareth life's light live lonely look Lord Master's voice mortal Nazareth passeth never night o'er pain pass path PAUL GERHARDT peace praise pray prayer rapture red planet Mars Rock of Ages round sainted band Saviour shadow shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul Speak gently spirit star strength strife sweet Talitha Cumi tears Thine things thou art thought throne thy heart Thy love toil Twas unto voice wait watch weary weep words
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Página 185 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Página 35 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Página 63 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Página 60 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Página 35 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Página 231 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, • Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; — So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat
Página 231 - Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes...
Página 33 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Página 231 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learnt at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
Página 186 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile...