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Lyra Sacra, Being a Collection of Hymns Ancient and Modern, Odes and ...
Bourchier Wrey Savile
Sin vista previa disponible - 2018
angels beams bear beauty beneath blessed blest bliss breast breath bright Christ cloud comes cross dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream dwell earth eternal eyes face Faith fall Father fear feel fire flow give given glorious glory gone grace grave hand hast hath head hear heart Heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour hymn Jesus King land lead leave light living look Lord meet mind morning mortal nature never night o'er once pain passed peace praise prayer pure rays reign rest rise roll round sacred saints Saviour shade shine sight silent sing skies smile soft song Soon sorrow soul sound spirit star streams sweet tears tell Thee Thine things Thou art thought thousand throne truth voice wake wandering wings
Página 13 - COME, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire, And lighten with celestial fire : Thou the anointing Spirit art, Who dost thy sevenfold gifts impart. Thy blessed Unction from above, Is comfort, life, and fire of love. Enable with perpetual light, The dulness of our blinded sight. Anoint and cheer our soiled face With the abundance of thy grace. Keep far our foes, give peace at home : Where thou art guide, no ill can come.
Página 178 - He that is down needs fear no fall; He that is low, no pride. He that is humble, ever shall Have God to be his guide.
Página 149 - Friend after friend departs ; Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end.
Página 46 - THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, •And feed me with a shepherd's care ; His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye ; My noonday walks he shall attend, And all my midnight hours defend.
Página 114 - FOR a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame ! A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb...
Página 89 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair : thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable ! who sitt'st above these Heavens To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 45 - Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets, in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
Página 130 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without thee I dare not die.
Página 25 - A better country, that is, an heavenly." TITOR thee, O dear, dear country, Mine eyes their vigils keep ; For very love, beholding Thy happy name, they weep. The mention of thy glory Is unction to the breast, And medicine in sickness, And love, and life, and rest.