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... Sing a new song of thankful joy And endless love . Give thanks to Him who held thee up In all thy paths below , Who made thee faithful to the death , And crowns thee now . BONAR . SORROW . A SONNET . IF sorrow came not near us , and the ...
... Sing a new song of thankful joy And endless love . Give thanks to Him who held thee up In all thy paths below , Who made thee faithful to the death , And crowns thee now . BONAR . SORROW . A SONNET . IF sorrow came not near us , and the ...
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... singing , Come , weary souls , for Jesus bids you come ; And through the dark , its echoes sweetly ringing , The music ... Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above , Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping , And life's long ...
... singing , Come , weary souls , for Jesus bids you come ; And through the dark , its echoes sweetly ringing , The music ... Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above , Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping , And life's long ...
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... singing , Come , weary souls , for Jesus bids you come ; And through the dark , its echoes sweetly ringing , The music ... Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above , Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping , And life's long ...
... singing , Come , weary souls , for Jesus bids you come ; And through the dark , its echoes sweetly ringing , The music ... Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above , Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping , And life's long ...
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... sing . Still through the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing , And ever o'er its Babel sounds ...
... sing . Still through the cloven skies they come With peaceful wings unfurled ; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world : Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on heavenly wing , And ever o'er its Babel sounds ...
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... sing ! And ye , beneath life's crushing load , Whose forms are bending low , Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow ; Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : Oh ! rest beside the weary road ...
... sing ! And ye , beneath life's crushing load , Whose forms are bending low , Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow ; Look now ! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing : Oh ! rest beside the weary road ...
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arms bear beauty beneath bitter bless break breath bright calm child clouds coming cross crown dark dear death deep dreams dwell earth earthly face faith fall Father fear feet flow flowers friends gaze give glorious glory grace grave grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour human Jesus keep land lead leave life's light live lonely look Lord meet morning never night o'er once pain pass past path peace praise pray prayer rest rise round Saviour shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stand star strength strife sweet teach tears tell thee there's Thine things thou thought true trust turn unto voice wait watch waves weary weep
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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...