Lyra Sacra: Being a Collection of Hymns Ancient and Modern, Odes and Fragments of Sacred PoetryBourchier Wrey Savile Longman, Green, Longman, and Roberts, 1862 - 280 páginas |
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... blessing be , I would have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to Thee . More careful not to ferve Thee much , But to please Thee perfectly . There are briers befetting every path , That call for patient care ; There is a cross ...
... blessing be , I would have my spirit filled the more With grateful love to Thee . More careful not to ferve Thee much , But to please Thee perfectly . There are briers befetting every path , That call for patient care ; There is a cross ...
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... bless , Let Thine eye , which knows not flumber , Guard our hours of helplessness : And , when life is clofing round us , Dark with anguifh , faint with fear , Let Thy beams of love furround us , Let us know and feel Thee near ! XLIV ...
... bless , Let Thine eye , which knows not flumber , Guard our hours of helplessness : And , when life is clofing round us , Dark with anguifh , faint with fear , Let Thy beams of love furround us , Let us know and feel Thee near ! XLIV ...
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... bless us given ; Beauty embodied to our fight , A type of Heaven : So dear to us thou wert , thou art , Ev'n less thine own felf , than a part , Of mine , and of thy mother's heart , Cafa Wappy ! Thy bright brief day knew no decline ...
... bless us given ; Beauty embodied to our fight , A type of Heaven : So dear to us thou wert , thou art , Ev'n less thine own felf , than a part , Of mine , and of thy mother's heart , Cafa Wappy ! Thy bright brief day knew no decline ...
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... not I ; Sudden as thought is the death I would die ; I would fuddenly lay my fhackles by , Nor bear a fingle pang at parting , Nor fee the tear of forrow ftarting ; L Nor hear the quivering lips that bless me , Nor. Death . 145.
... not I ; Sudden as thought is the death I would die ; I would fuddenly lay my fhackles by , Nor bear a fingle pang at parting , Nor fee the tear of forrow ftarting ; L Nor hear the quivering lips that bless me , Nor. Death . 145.
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... bless me , Nor feel the hands of love that press me , Nor the frame with mortal terror shaking , Nor the heart where love's foft bands are breaking " So would I die - All bliss without a pang to cloud it , All joy without a pain to ...
... bless me , Nor feel the hands of love that press me , Nor the frame with mortal terror shaking , Nor the heart where love's foft bands are breaking " So would I die - All bliss without a pang to cloud it , All joy without a pain to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
adore angels art thou aſk beams beauty bleffed bleft blifs breaſt breath bright Cafa Wappy celeftial Chrift cloſe croſs darkneſs death divine doth dreft duft earth endleſs eternal everlaſting facred fafe faints Faith Father fear feem fhade fhall fhines figh fight filent fing firſt fleep fmile foar foft fome fong forrow foul ftand ftar ftill ftream fuch fweet glorious glory grace Hallelujah hath heart Heaven heavenly Himſelf holy hour hymn itſelf Jefus Jerufalem laft laſt life's light living Lord mercy moſt muſt night o'er paffed paſt peace PETER DAMIAN pleaſure praiſe prayer raiſe reft reſt rife Saviour Sea of Galilee ſee ſeem ſhall ſhed ſhould ſkies ſky ſmile ſpeak ſphere ſpirit ſpread ſpring ſtars ſtay ſteps ſtill ſweet SYNESIUS tears Thee theſe thine thofe thoſe Thou art thought thouſand throne treaſure vifion voice weep whofe whoſe wings
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Página 79 - 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!
Página 77 - 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 79 - 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 134 - 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 114 - 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 108 - 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 89 - twere not in joy to charm me, Were that joy unmixed with Thee. 5 Take, my soul, thy full salvation ; Rise o'er sin, and fear, and care ; Joy to find, in every station, Something still to do or bear. Think what Spirit dwells within thee...
Página 90 - See from His head, His hands, His feet, Sorrow and love flow mingled down ! Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown...
Página 49 - HAIL to the Lord's Anointed, Great David's greater Son ; Hail, in the time appointed, His reign on earth begun ; He comes to break oppression, To set the captive free, To take away transgression, And rule in equity.
Página 203 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.