ECHOES FROM THE HEART1876 |
Vanuit het boek
Resultaten 1-5 van 83
Pagina xv
... Rest in Pilgrimage . Jesus of Nazareth Passeth by . In Heaven there's Rest of S. T. Coleridge . 216 Mrs Hemans 218 • J. C .. 221 222 223 224 The Cross . Consolation Weariness and Rest After Death Emma Moody 226 . Emma Moody 226 227 ...
... Rest in Pilgrimage . Jesus of Nazareth Passeth by . In Heaven there's Rest of S. T. Coleridge . 216 Mrs Hemans 218 • J. C .. 221 222 223 224 The Cross . Consolation Weariness and Rest After Death Emma Moody 226 . Emma Moody 226 227 ...
Pagina 6
... rest for thee , Died to give thee endless life ; Yet thou faintest , yet thou fearest , When I call thee to the strife . There's a place within My temple For long ages kept 6 ECHOES FROM THE HEART . Only Trust The Love of Anna Shipton ...
... rest for thee , Died to give thee endless life ; Yet thou faintest , yet thou fearest , When I call thee to the strife . There's a place within My temple For long ages kept 6 ECHOES FROM THE HEART . Only Trust The Love of Anna Shipton ...
Pagina 9
... rest . Yes , finish all thy work , then rest ; Till then , till then , rest never ; The rest prepared for thee by God Is rest for ever . Finish thy work , then wipe thy brow , Ungird thee from thy toil ; Take breath , and from each ...
... rest . Yes , finish all thy work , then rest ; Till then , till then , rest never ; The rest prepared for thee by God Is rest for ever . Finish thy work , then wipe thy brow , Ungird thee from thy toil ; Take breath , and from each ...
Pagina 10
... rest , when grief and pain are over , With the meek Son of our Almighty Lover . ARCHBISHOP TRENCH . WORDS . Он , let thy words be calm and ΤΟ ECHOES FROM THE HEART . Bonar Finish Thy Work Sorrow Words Bonar Archbishop Trench.
... rest , when grief and pain are over , With the meek Son of our Almighty Lover . ARCHBISHOP TRENCH . WORDS . Он , let thy words be calm and ΤΟ ECHOES FROM THE HEART . Bonar Finish Thy Work Sorrow Words Bonar Archbishop Trench.
Pagina 11
... rest , Or rankle in another's breast . MISS ACTON . LET US GATHER UP THE SUNBEAMS . LET us gather up the sunbeams , Lying all around our path ; Let us keep the wheat and roses , Casting out the thorns and chaff ; Let us find our ...
... rest , Or rankle in another's breast . MISS ACTON . LET US GATHER UP THE SUNBEAMS . LET us gather up the sunbeams , Lying all around our path ; Let us keep the wheat and roses , Casting out the thorns and chaff ; Let us find our ...
Inhoudsopgave
1 | |
9 | |
15 | |
22 | |
28 | |
32 | |
39 | |
40 | |
158 | |
166 | |
173 | |
180 | |
181 | |
192 | |
199 | |
205 | |
36 | |
40 | |
46 | |
55 | |
59 | |
65 | |
71 | |
83 | |
89 | |
95 | |
101 | |
107 | |
118 | |
123 | |
130 | |
138 | |
145 | |
152 | |
212 | |
218 | |
226 | |
231 | |
232 | |
237 | |
243 | |
249 | |
255 | |
261 | |
267 | |
275 | |
283 | |
289 | |
297 | |
298 | |
303 | |
Overige edities - Alles bekijken
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Absalom BATTLE OF SADOWA beneath bless blest BONAR Border Land breast breath bright brother brow calm clouds crown dark dear death deep doth dreams dwell earth earthly EMMA MOODY eternal faith Father fear feet flowers FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL gaze gloom glorious glory grace grave grief hand hast hath hear heaven there's rest heavenly holy hope hour Jesus of Nazareth life's light live lonely look Lord Master's voice mortal Nazareth passeth never night o'er pain pass path PAUL GERHARDT peace praise pray prayer rapture red planet Mars Rock of Ages round sainted band Saviour shadow shalt shine sigh silent sing skies sleep smile song sorrow soul Speak gently spirit star strength strife sweet Talitha Cumi tears Thine things thou art thought throne thy heart Thy love toil Twas unto voice wait watch weary weep words
Populaire passages
Pagina 185 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Pagina 35 - When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Not as the conqueror comes, They, the true-hearted, came; Not with the roll of the stirring drums, And the trumpet that sings of fame; Not as the flying come, In silence and in fear — They shook the depths of the desert's gloom With their hymns of lofty cheer.
Pagina 63 - Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall, Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlour wall; Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door ; The beloved, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more...
Pagina 60 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene, — one step enough for me.
Pagina 35 - It was my guide, my light, my all, It bade my dark forebodings cease; And through the storm and danger's thrall, It led me to the port of peace. Now safely moored, my perils o'er, I'll sing, first in night's diadem, For ever and for evermore, The Star, the Star of Bethlehem.
Pagina 231 - Shoots into port at some well-havened isle, • Where spices breathe, and brighter seasons smile, There sits quiescent on the floods, that show Her beauteous form reflected clear below, While airs impregnated with incense play Around her, fanning light her streamers gay ; — So thou, with sails how swift ! hast reached the shore " Where tempests never beat
Pagina 231 - Thy morning bounties ere I left my home, The biscuit or confectionary plum ; The fragrant waters on my cheeks bestowed By thy own hand, till fresh they shone and glowed ; All this, and, more endearing still than all, Thy constant flow of love, that knew no fall, Ne'er roughened by those cataracts and breaks That humour interposed too often makes...
Pagina 33 - In the world's broad field of battle. In the bivouac of life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in the strife!
Pagina 231 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learnt at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.
Pagina 186 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain! thou That as I raise my head, awhile...