Select poetry; chiefly on subjects connected with religionL.B. Seeley and Son, 1825 - 160 pagina's |
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Pagina vii
... Jesus , by whose grace we live ......... 134 Jesus , refuge of my soul ...... 147 Jesus , thy blood and righteousness .. 153 Jesus , where'er thy people meet . 25 K. Knell of departed years 160 L. Leaves have their time to fall Like to ...
... Jesus , by whose grace we live ......... 134 Jesus , refuge of my soul ...... 147 Jesus , thy blood and righteousness .. 153 Jesus , where'er thy people meet . 25 K. Knell of departed years 160 L. Leaves have their time to fall Like to ...
Pagina x
... Jesus , the crown of my hope U. Unthinking , idle , wild and young 5 V. Vital spark of heavenly flame 114 W. Wages of sin is death ; the day is come 117 Weak and irresolute is man 27 What are these in bright array 104 What is this ...
... Jesus , the crown of my hope U. Unthinking , idle , wild and young 5 V. Vital spark of heavenly flame 114 W. Wages of sin is death ; the day is come 117 Weak and irresolute is man 27 What are these in bright array 104 What is this ...
Pagina 14
... : See his bleeding beauties dawn On the blushes of the skies . Ev'ning , with a silent pace , Slowly moving in the west , Shows an emblem of his grace , Points to an eternal rest . XIV . To Jesus , the crown of my hope 14 COWPER .
... : See his bleeding beauties dawn On the blushes of the skies . Ev'ning , with a silent pace , Slowly moving in the west , Shows an emblem of his grace , Points to an eternal rest . XIV . To Jesus , the crown of my hope 14 COWPER .
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Select poetry. XIV . To Jesus , the crown of my hope , My soul is in haste to be gone : O bear me , ye cherubim , up , And waft me away to his throne . My Saviour , whom absent , I love ; Whom , not having seen , I adore ; Whose name is ...
Select poetry. XIV . To Jesus , the crown of my hope , My soul is in haste to be gone : O bear me , ye cherubim , up , And waft me away to his throne . My Saviour , whom absent , I love ; Whom , not having seen , I adore ; Whose name is ...
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... Jesus , and his word ? What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd ! How sweet their mem❜ry still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill . Return , O holy Dove , return , Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made ...
... Jesus , and his word ? What peaceful hours I once enjoy'd ! How sweet their mem❜ry still ! But they have left an aching void The world can never fill . Return , O holy Dove , return , Sweet messenger of rest ; I hate the sins that made ...
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Select Poetry: Chiefly on Subjects Connected with Religion (Classic Reprint) UNKNOWN. AUTHOR Geen voorbeeld beschikbaar - 2016 |
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Amalek angels Behold beneath bids bless'd blessing blest bliss blood bosom breast breath bright calm CAROLINE FRY Christ clouds dark death divine doom doth dread dust dying earth earthly eternal everlasting faith false earth Father fear feel fires on high glorious glory golden air grace grave grief hand hath hear heart heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jesus knows life's light live Lord mar delights meek mercy night o'er pain peace praise prayer rapturous songs resign rest rise round sacred saints Saviour shade shalt shine sigh silent clock Sing skies sleep smiling solemn litany song sorrow soul spirit springs star star by star star of Bethlehem storm storms of passion sweet tears thee thine thou art thou didst thou hast throne tomb Twas vital spark voice weary weep where'er winds wings
Populaire passages
Pagina 101 - Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime, Where life is not a breath ; Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward...
Pagina 9 - Perhaps the Christian volume is the theme,— How guiltless blood for guilty man was shed; How He who, bore in heaven the second name Had not on earth whereon to lay His head...
Pagina 4 - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Repeats the story of her birth : Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. What...
Pagina 56 - SWEET Day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky, The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue angry and brave Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My Music shows ye have your closes, And all must die. Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like...
Pagina 20 - Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take; The clouds ye so much dread Are big with mercy, and shall break In blessings on your head.
Pagina 105 - The voice at midnight came, He started up to hear ; A mortal arrow pierced his frame — He fell, but felt no fear.
Pagina 40 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.
Pagina 61 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Pagina 131 - Nothing in my hand I bring, Simply to Thy cross I cling; ' Naked, come to Thee for dress, Helpless, look to Thee for grace; Foul, I to the fountain fly; Wash me, Saviour, or I die.
Pagina 155 - RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, Thy better portion trace ; Rise from transitory things, Towards heaven, thy native place : Sun, and moon, and stars decay, Time shall soon this earth remove ; Rise, my soul, and haste away To seats prepared above.