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... weeping o'er thy sorrows , Dost thou ever think of Mine ? How I toiled , and how I suffered , Bore each sin and grief of thine ; Toiled to win a rest for thee , Died to give thee endless life ; Yet thou faintest , yet thou fearest ...
... weeping o'er thy sorrows , Dost thou ever think of Mine ? How I toiled , and how I suffered , Bore each sin and grief of thine ; Toiled to win a rest for thee , Died to give thee endless life ; Yet thou faintest , yet thou fearest ...
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... Weeping for the loved and true ; Only for a short time parted , Now in heaven they watch for you . Rouse thee , mourner ; quell thy sorrow , We have each our work on earth to do ; To - day is ours , the coming morrow No more on earth ...
... Weeping for the loved and true ; Only for a short time parted , Now in heaven they watch for you . Rouse thee , mourner ; quell thy sorrow , We have each our work on earth to do ; To - day is ours , the coming morrow No more on earth ...
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... above , Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping , And life's long shadows break in cloudless love . FABER . OUR LIFE ON EARTH . SOME there are scarcely seen ECHOES FROM THE HEART . 31 The Heavenly Choir Bickersteth Faber.
... above , Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping , And life's long shadows break in cloudless love . FABER . OUR LIFE ON EARTH . SOME there are scarcely seen ECHOES FROM THE HEART . 31 The Heavenly Choir Bickersteth Faber.
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... weeping by his grave ? Where wert thou , brother , those four days ? There lives no record of reply , Which telling what it is to die Had surely added praise to praise . From every house the neighbours met , The streets were filled with ...
... weeping by his grave ? Where wert thou , brother , those four days ? There lives no record of reply , Which telling what it is to die Had surely added praise to praise . From every house the neighbours met , The streets were filled with ...
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... weeps beside a bier Counts he has any more to fear From the world's flatteries , false and leer ? And yet anon and he must start At the light toys in which his heart Can now already claim its part . O hearts of ours so weak and poor ...
... weeps beside a bier Counts he has any more to fear From the world's flatteries , false and leer ? And yet anon and he must start At the light toys in which his heart Can now already claim its part . O hearts of ours so weak and poor ...
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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...