The Harp and the Cross: A Collection of Religious PoetryWalker, Wise,, 1861 - 348 pagina's |
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Pagina 6
... hast built , For thy own glory , in the wilderness ! Me didst Thou constitute a priest of thine , In such a temple as we now behold Reared for thy presence : therefore am I bound To worship , here and everywhere , as one Not doomed to ...
... hast built , For thy own glory , in the wilderness ! Me didst Thou constitute a priest of thine , In such a temple as we now behold Reared for thy presence : therefore am I bound To worship , here and everywhere , as one Not doomed to ...
Pagina 15
... hast deigned To furnish ; for this effluence of thyself , To the infirmity of mortal sense Vouchsafed , this local transitory type Of thy paternal splendors , and the pomp Of those who fill thy courts in highest heaven , The radiant ...
... hast deigned To furnish ; for this effluence of thyself , To the infirmity of mortal sense Vouchsafed , this local transitory type Of thy paternal splendors , and the pomp Of those who fill thy courts in highest heaven , The radiant ...
Pagina 24
... hast given Unto life's fainting travellers the night , - The soft , still , holy night ! THE RISING MOON . W. B. 0. PEABODY . THE moon is up ! how calm and slow She wheels above the hill ! The weary winds forget to blow , And all the ...
... hast given Unto life's fainting travellers the night , - The soft , still , holy night ! THE RISING MOON . W. B. 0. PEABODY . THE moon is up ! how calm and slow She wheels above the hill ! The weary winds forget to blow , And all the ...
Pagina 36
... hast seen these woods Around , for centuries , rise , decay , and die , While thou hast poured thine endless current by To join the eternal floods . The ages pass away ; Successive nations rise and are forgot , But on thy brilliant ...
... hast seen these woods Around , for centuries , rise , decay , and die , While thou hast poured thine endless current by To join the eternal floods . The ages pass away ; Successive nations rise and are forgot , But on thy brilliant ...
Pagina 93
... hast known all woes Bound in the girdle of mortality ! Thou that wilt lift the reed Which storms have bruised , To thee may sorrow through each conflict cry ; And in that tempest hour when love and life Mysteriously must part , When ...
... hast known all woes Bound in the girdle of mortality ! Thou that wilt lift the reed Which storms have bruised , To thee may sorrow through each conflict cry ; And in that tempest hour when love and life Mysteriously must part , When ...
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Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
angels Arouse thee Baby Carl beam beauty behold BERNARD BARTON Bethpeor bless blest bosom breast breath bright brow calm canopy of love CHARLES MACKAY child Christ clouds COMMUNION HYMN crown dark dear death deep divine doth dream dying band earth earthly eternal eyes fair faith Father fear flowers gaze gleam glorious glory glow God's GOLDEN LEGEND grace grave grief hallows heath hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope Hosanna hour HYMN Jesus JOHN STERLING life's light live Lord MADAME GUYON mercy morning night o'er peace praise prayer pure rest round Saviour shadow shine SHIRAZ silent sing Sir Launfal smile solemn song SONNET sorrow soul stars stream strife sweet SYLVESTER JUDD tears thine Thou art thou hast thought throne toil trust truth unto voice weary weep whispers wilt wing words YEAR'S DAY
Populaire passages
Pagina 258 - That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 147 - 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!
Pagina 258 - Behold, we know not anything; I can but trust that good shall fall At last — far off — at last, to all. And every winter change to spring. So runs my dream : but what am I ? An infant crying in the night : An infant crying for the light : And with no language but a cry.
Pagina 12 - Our outward life requires them not ; Then wherefore had they birth ? — To minister delight to man, To beautify the earth. To comfort man, — to whisper hope Whene'er his faith is dim ; For who so careth for the flowers Will much more care for him ! THE WOODLAND SANCTUARY.
Pagina 142 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Pagina 107 - And Jesus said unto them, Verily I say unto you, That ye which have followed me, in the regeneration when the Son of man shall sit in the throne of his glory, ye also shall sit upon twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.
Pagina 150 - When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber, Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer ; Sweet the repose beneath Thy wings o'ershading, But sweeter still to wake and find Thee there.
Pagina 51 - And no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there. That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth, But no man heard the trampling, Or saw that train go forth. Noiselessly as the daylight Comes when the night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun ; Noiselessly as the spring-time Her crown of verdure weaves. And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Pagina 156 - I slept, and dreamed that life was beauty; I woke, and found that life was duty. Was thy dream then a shadowy lie? Toil on, sad heart, courageously, And thou shalt find thy dream to be A noonday light and truth to thee...
Pagina 152 - NOT in the solitude Alone may man commune with Heaven, or see, Only in savage wood And sunny vale, the present Deity ; Or only hear his voice Where the winds whisper and the waves rejoice. Even here do I behold Thy steps, Almighty ! — here, amidst the crowd Through the great city rolled, With everlasting murmur deep and loud — Choking the ways that wind 'Mongst the proud piles, the work of human kind.