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Pagina xii
... Wait on the Lord E. A. Kilpin J. C .. H. L. L. Carey Mrs Hemans From the Latin , translated by Bonar Frances Ridley Havergal Alford Archbishop Trench Come Unto Me Our Heavenly Home On Cruelty to Animals xii CONTENTS .
... Wait on the Lord E. A. Kilpin J. C .. H. L. L. Carey Mrs Hemans From the Latin , translated by Bonar Frances Ridley Havergal Alford Archbishop Trench Come Unto Me Our Heavenly Home On Cruelty to Animals xii CONTENTS .
Pagina 6
... Waiting through those shades to lead thee Onwards to a better land . Thou art weeping o'er thy sorrows , Dost thou ever think of Mine ? How I toiled , and how I suffered , Bore each sin and grief of thine ; Toiled to win a rest for thee ...
... Waiting through those shades to lead thee Onwards to a better land . Thou art weeping o'er thy sorrows , Dost thou ever think of Mine ? How I toiled , and how I suffered , Bore each sin and grief of thine ; Toiled to win a rest for thee ...
Pagina 8
... wait , Till I summon thee to enter At the golden city's gate . There the crown , and there the glory , There thou'lt thank me for the road , Through whose roughest paths I led thee To the mansions of thy God . -0 · THE LOVE OF GOD . ALL ...
... wait , Till I summon thee to enter At the golden city's gate . There the crown , and there the glory , There thou'lt thank me for the road , Through whose roughest paths I led thee To the mansions of thy God . -0 · THE LOVE OF GOD . ALL ...
Pagina 20
... He bids me now draw near ; He calls me , and I know His tone , ' Tis love that speaks , and love alone , I would not wait , but come ! No more earth's siren song has charms To lure me 20 ECHOES FROM THE HEART . Mrs Southey.
... He bids me now draw near ; He calls me , and I know His tone , ' Tis love that speaks , and love alone , I would not wait , but come ! No more earth's siren song has charms To lure me 20 ECHOES FROM THE HEART . Mrs Southey.
Pagina 47
... whatsoe'er estate , I have a fellowship with hearts To keep and cultivate ; And a work of lowly love to do For the Lord on whom I wait . So I ask Thee for the daily strength To none ECHOES FROM THE HEART . 47 Daily Strength.
... whatsoe'er estate , I have a fellowship with hearts To keep and cultivate ; And a work of lowly love to do For the Lord on whom I wait . So I ask Thee for the daily strength To none ECHOES FROM THE HEART . 47 Daily Strength.
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arms bear beauty beneath bitter bless break breath bright calm child clouds coming cross crown dark dear death deep dreams dwell earth earthly face faith fall Father fear feet flow flowers friends gaze give glorious glory grace grave grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven heavenly hills holy hope hour human Jesus keep land lead leave life's light live lonely look Lord meet morning never night o'er once pain pass past path peace praise pray prayer rest rise round Saviour shadow shine sigh silent sing sleep smile song soon sorrow soul sound speak spirit stand star strength strife sweet teach tears tell thee there's Thine things thou thought true trust turn unto voice wait watch waves weary weep
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...