Heavenward: A Collection of Hymns and Poems of ConsolationAnson D.F. Randolph, 1867 - 497 pagina's |
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... flow , And secure they count the battles where they fought the prostrate foe . Every stain of flesh is cleanséd , every strife is left behind , Spiritual are their bodies , perfect unity of mind ; Dwelling in deep peace forever , no ...
... flow , And secure they count the battles where they fought the prostrate foe . Every stain of flesh is cleanséd , every strife is left behind , Spiritual are their bodies , perfect unity of mind ; Dwelling in deep peace forever , no ...
Pagina 13
... THERE is a dwelling - place above ; Thither , to meet the God of love , The poor in spirit go ; There is a paradise of rest ; For contrite hearts and souls distrest Its streams of comfort flow . 13 14 THE DWELLING - PLACE ABOVE . There is ...
... THERE is a dwelling - place above ; Thither , to meet the God of love , The poor in spirit go ; There is a paradise of rest ; For contrite hearts and souls distrest Its streams of comfort flow . 13 14 THE DWELLING - PLACE ABOVE . There is ...
Pagina 20
... flow- The good are blest - the weak with vigor glow ! Know ye it well ? For this , for this All earthly wish or care , my friends , dismiss ! Know ye the way - the rugged path of thorns ? His lagging progress there , the traveler mourns ...
... flow- The good are blest - the weak with vigor glow ! Know ye it well ? For this , for this All earthly wish or care , my friends , dismiss ! Know ye the way - the rugged path of thorns ? His lagging progress there , the traveler mourns ...
Pagina 25
... Flow under fruitful trees ; But oh , to make my heaven , It needeth more than these ! Read in the sacred story , What more doth it unfold , Beside the pearly gateways And streets of shining gold ? No temple hath That city , For none is ...
... Flow under fruitful trees ; But oh , to make my heaven , It needeth more than these ! Read in the sacred story , What more doth it unfold , Beside the pearly gateways And streets of shining gold ? No temple hath That city , For none is ...
Pagina 46
... The storm's black wing Is never spread athwart celestial skies ; Its wailings blend not with the voice of Spring , As some too tender flow'ret fades and dies . ATTRACTIONS OF HEAVEN . No night distills Its chilling dews.
... The storm's black wing Is never spread athwart celestial skies ; Its wailings blend not with the voice of Spring , As some too tender flow'ret fades and dies . ATTRACTIONS OF HEAVEN . No night distills Its chilling dews.
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Adam of St angel art thou Ave Maris Stella beauty blessed blest bliss breast breath bright brow calm celestial cherub band Christ clouds crown dark dead dear Death deep doth dreams dust dust to dust dwell earth earthly eternal evermore eyes fade fair faith fear flowers forever gates George Wither glad glorious glory golden grave grief HALLOWED GROUND hand hath HAUNTED PALACE hear heart Heaven heavenly holy hope hour immortal Jean Ingelow Jesus land life's light little longer living look Lord morning mortal mourn Nearer never night o'er pale Paul Gerhardt peace prayer rest river round saints Saviour seraph shadows shalt shining shore sighs silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars stream sweet tears tempests thee thine Thou art thought throne toil tomb voice wait watch weary weep wings
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Pagina 267 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle Sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, Sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hushed with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber, Than in the perfumed chambers of the great, Under the canopies of costly state, And lulled with sounds of sweetest melody?
Pagina 265 - How oft do they their silver bowers leave, To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden pinions cleave The flitting skies like flying pursuivant, Against foul fiends to aid us militant ! They for us fight ; they watch and duly ward, And their bright squadrons round about us plant ; And all for love and nothing for reward : Oh why should heavenly God to men have such regard) THE SEASONS.
Pagina 434 - All, all are goue, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful schooldays — All, all are gone, the .old familiar faces.
Pagina 431 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair! Banners yellow, glorious, golden, On its roof did float and flow (This — all this — was in the olden Time long ago...
Pagina 107 - FAIR Daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon ; As yet the early-rising sun Has not attained his noon. Stay, stay, Until the hasting day Has run But to the even-song ; And, having prayed together, we Will go with you along. We have short time to stay as you, We have as short a Spring ; As quick a growth to meet decay, As you, or anything. We die As your hours do, and dry Away, Like to the summer's rain ; Or as the pearls of morning's dew, Ne'er to be found again.
Pagina 393 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now? One 'midst the forest of the west, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Pagina 300 - E'en though it be a cross That raiseth me ; Still all my song shall be, — Nearer, my God, to Thee, Nearer to Thee...
Pagina 435 - All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I loved a love once, fairest among women ; Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.