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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... meets His Paffion , For that this He freely willed ; On the Crofs the Lamb is lifted , On whofe Death our hope we build . He endured the shame and spitting , Vinegar , and nails , and reed ; As His bleffed fide is opened , Water thence ...
... meets His Paffion , For that this He freely willed ; On the Crofs the Lamb is lifted , On whofe Death our hope we build . He endured the shame and spitting , Vinegar , and nails , and reed ; As His bleffed fide is opened , Water thence ...
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... meet . To thee , O much loved 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 fickness , And love , and life , and rest . O ...
... meet . To thee , O much loved 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 fickness , And love , and life , and rest . O ...
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... meet Him . " The dead in Chrift fhall first arife , " At the last trumpet's founding ! Caught up to meet Him in the skies , With. 30 The Last Day .
... meet Him . " The dead in Chrift fhall first arife , " At the last trumpet's founding ! Caught up to meet Him in the skies , With. 30 The Last Day .
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... meet Him . Far over space to distant spheres The lightnings are prevailing ; The ungodly rife , and all their tears And cries are unavailing : The day of grace is past and gone ; Trembling they ftand before the throne , All unprepared to ...
... meet Him . Far over space to distant spheres The lightnings are prevailing ; The ungodly rife , and all their tears And cries are unavailing : The day of grace is past and gone ; Trembling they ftand before the throne , All unprepared to ...
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... meet the glad with joyful smiles , And to wipe the weeping eyes ; And a heart at leisure from itself , To footh and sympathise . I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro , Seeking for fome great thing to do , Or fecret ...
... meet the glad with joyful smiles , And to wipe the weeping eyes ; And a heart at leisure from itself , To footh and sympathise . I would not have the restless will That hurries to and fro , Seeking for fome great thing to do , Or fecret ...
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angels beams bear beauty beneath bleffed bleft blifs breath bright Church clouds Cold dark dead death deep DEPARTED divine doth dream dwell earth eternal eyes faint fair Faith fall Father fear feel fhall fight fing fire flow fome fong forrow foul ftill fuch fweet give given glorious glory God's gone grace grave hand hath head hear heart Heaven heavenly hill holy hope hour hymn Jefus King laft land leave life's light live look Lord meet mind morn mortal Nature never night o'er once pain peace praiſe pray prayer pure realms reft rife round Saviour ſky ſpirit tears tell Thee theſe thine things Thou art thought thouſand throne truth voice wake wandering wave weep whofe wings
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Página 130 - 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 70 - 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 72 - 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 108 - 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 149 - 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 102 - 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 100 - 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 160 - 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 72 - 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?