Heavenward: A Collection of Hymns and Poems of ConsolationAnson D.F. Randolph, 1867 - 497 pagina's |
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... sorrow , is now pre- sented to mourning hearts , in the hope that it may be of benefit in ministering consolation in trials , in soothing the distressed , and in cheering the heavy - laden in their aspirations Heavenward . TO MY ...
... sorrow , is now pre- sented to mourning hearts , in the hope that it may be of benefit in ministering consolation in trials , in soothing the distressed , and in cheering the heavy - laden in their aspirations Heavenward . TO MY ...
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... sorrow , is now pre- sented to mourning hearts , in the hope that it may be of benefit in ministering consolation in trials , in soothing the distressed , and in cheering the heavy - laden in their aspirations Heavenward . TO MY ...
... sorrow , is now pre- sented to mourning hearts , in the hope that it may be of benefit in ministering consolation in trials , in soothing the distressed , and in cheering the heavy - laden in their aspirations Heavenward . TO MY ...
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... sorrows , only groans her grief can tell , Then she contemplates the glory which she lost , when first she fell ; Present evil but the memory of the vanish'd good can swell . Who can utter what the pleasures and the peace unbroken are ...
... sorrows , only groans her grief can tell , Then she contemplates the glory which she lost , when first she fell ; Present evil but the memory of the vanish'd good can swell . Who can utter what the pleasures and the peace unbroken are ...
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... sorrow , short - lived care ; The life that knows no ending- The tearless life , is There . And now we fight the battle , But then shall wear the crown , Of full and everlasting And passionless renown : And now we watch and struggle ...
... sorrow , short - lived care ; The life that knows no ending- The tearless life , is There . And now we fight the battle , But then shall wear the crown , Of full and everlasting And passionless renown : And now we watch and struggle ...
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... sorrow dim the eye ; Where true hearts will not sink nor be dismayed , And Love will never die . Tell me I fain would go- For I am burdened with a heavy woe ; The beautiful have left me all alone ; The true , the tender , from my path ...
... sorrow dim the eye ; Where true hearts will not sink nor be dismayed , And Love will never die . Tell me I fain would go- For I am burdened with a heavy woe ; The beautiful have left me all alone ; The true , the tender , from my path ...
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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.