The Shadow of the Rock, and Other Religious Poems |
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66 Let me hide myself in Thee , " Felt her soul no need to hide : Sweet the song as song could beAnd she had no thought beside ; All the words unheedingly Fell from lips untouched by care , Dreaming not they each might be On some other ...
66 Let me hide myself in Thee , " Felt her soul no need to hide : Sweet the song as song could beAnd she had no thought beside ; All the words unheedingly Fell from lips untouched by care , Dreaming not they each might be On some other ...
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angels bear bitter blessed blest bliss breast bright bring cast child Christ clouds comes COUNTRY cross crown dark dear death deep door doth doubt draw dream earth earthly eternal eyes face faint fair faith fall Father fear feel feet Friend give glad glory God's grace grief hand hast hath hear heart Heaven heavenly hold holy hope hour Immanuel's Jesus keep King land lead leaves light live look Lord lost meet never night o'er once pain pass past path peace poor praise pray prayer rest river Rock Saviour sends Shadow sing sleep song sorrow soul spirit stand storm strength suffering sweet tears Tell Thee Thine things Thou art thought toil true trust unto voice wait watch weak weary weep wilt
Populaire passages
Pagina 196 - But He whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known ; And they that know and see Him Shall have Him for their own.
Pagina 137 - Death. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, A shadow on those features fair and thin ; And softly, from that hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in.
Pagina 200 - Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest, Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed : I know not, OI know not, what social joys are there ! What radiancy of glory, what light beyond compare...
Pagina 201 - All jubilant with song, And bright with many an angel, And all the martyr throng. The Prince is ever in them, The daylight is serene ; The pastures of the blessed Are decked in glorious sheen.
Pagina 37 - Hath He marks to lead me to Him, If He be my Guide ? " In His feet and hands are wound-prints, And His side.
Pagina 152 - The Sundays of man's life, Threaded together on time's string, Make bracelets to adorn the wife Of the eternal glorious King. On Sunday heaven's gate stands ope ; Blessings are plentiful and rife, More plentiful than hope.
Pagina 137 - Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, A shadow on those features fair and thin; And softly, from that hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in. All is of God! If he but wave his hand, The mists collect, the rain falls thick and loud, Till, with a smile of light on sea and land, Lo! he looks back from the departing cloud.
Pagina 75 - I DO not ask, O Lord, that life may be A pleasant road ; I do not ask that Thou wouldst take from me Aught of its load...
Pagina 52 - Amid our worldly cares, Its gentle voices whisper love, . And mingle with our prayers. Sweet hearts around us throb and beat, Sweet helping hands are stirred, And palpitates the veil between With breathings almost heard.
Pagina 198 - With jaspers glow thy bulwarks, Thy streets with emeralds blaze; The sardius and the topaz Unite in thee their rays; Thine ageless walls are bonded With amethyst unpriced; Thy saints build up its fabric, And the Corner-stone is CHRIST.