Lyra sacra, being a collection of hymns ancient and modern, odes and fragments of sacred poetry, compiled and ed. by B.W. SavileBourchier Wrey Savile 1861 |
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... King , " with the choiceft fpecimens of Hymns , which the compofitions of modern times afford . As all Ancient Hymns muft neceffarily be translations , the Editor defires to acknowledge that he is chiefly indebted to " the Rev. J. Neale ...
... King , " with the choiceft fpecimens of Hymns , which the compofitions of modern times afford . As all Ancient Hymns muft neceffarily be translations , the Editor defires to acknowledge that he is chiefly indebted to " the Rev. J. Neale ...
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... king , who talks to God the Creator as one friend to another , who understands and praises His great works , admires His juftice , implores His mercy , and becomes as it were , an anticipative echo of all evangelical poetry , speaking ...
... king , who talks to God the Creator as one friend to another , who understands and praises His great works , admires His juftice , implores His mercy , and becomes as it were , an anticipative echo of all evangelical poetry , speaking ...
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... KING , whofe Heavenly Face Shines ferene on all Thy race , We Thy magnificence adore , And Thy well - known aid implore , Nor vainly for Thy help we call , Nor can we want , for THOU ART ALL ! EUPOLIS , 5th Cent . B.C. II . CHRIST ...
... KING , whofe Heavenly Face Shines ferene on all Thy race , We Thy magnificence adore , And Thy well - known aid implore , Nor vainly for Thy help we call , Nor can we want , for THOU ART ALL ! EUPOLIS , 5th Cent . B.C. II . CHRIST ...
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... KING . * CLEMENS ALEX . III . GOD . HE great , auguft , Immortal King , Th ' Eternal Potentate , I fing ! Let earth be filent while I raise The voice of prayer , the note of praise . Hushed be the moaning of the breeze ; The murmur of ...
... KING . * CLEMENS ALEX . III . GOD . HE great , auguft , Immortal King , Th ' Eternal Potentate , I fing ! Let earth be filent while I raise The voice of prayer , the note of praise . Hushed be the moaning of the breeze ; The murmur of ...
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... King of Heavenly Beauty On thy bofom gently tend . Thou alone wast counted worthy This world's ransom to uphold ; For a fhipwrecked world preparing Harbour , like the Ark of old ; With the Sacred Blood anointed From the wounded Lamb ...
... King of Heavenly Beauty On thy bofom gently tend . Thou alone wast counted worthy This world's ransom to uphold ; For a fhipwrecked world preparing Harbour , like the Ark of old ; With the Sacred Blood anointed From the wounded Lamb ...
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angels art thou aſk beauty behold BISHOP HEBER bleffed bleft blifs breaft breath bright Cafa Wappy Chrift clouds darkneſs death divine doft doth dreft duft earth endleſs eternal EUPOLIS everlaſting eyes facred faid faint Faith fear fecret feem fhade fhall fhed fhine fhould fighs fight filent fing firft firſt fleep fmile foar foft fome fong forrow foul ftand ftars ftill ftorm ftreams fweet glorious glory grace grave Hallelujah hath heart Heaven heavenly Himſelf holy hope hymn Jefus Jerufalem laft laſt life's light live Lord mercy moft mufic muft night o'er paffed paſt peace PETER DAMIAN pleaſure praiſe prayer preſence raiſe reft rife Saviour ſcenes Sea of Galilee ſhall ſkies ſky ſpeak ſphere ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtars ſtill ſweet SYNESIUS tears Thee theſe thine thofe thoſe Thou art thought thouſand throne Thy love vifion voice volo weep whofe whoſe wings
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Página 132 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 72 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave.
Página 74 - Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Página 110 - 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 151 - What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Página 104 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 102 - If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay; If I am wrong, oh teach my heart To find that better way...
Página 25 - 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.
Página 162 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 74 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?