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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... the cares of earth refign , And rife to life and joy divine ; To dwell in union with thy God ; perchance A God thyfelf to move in Heaven's eternal dance ! SYNESIUS . VI . CHRIST . EDEEMER of the Nations , come 6 Life . Heaven 29.
... the cares of earth refign , And rife to life and joy divine ; To dwell in union with thy God ; perchance A God thyfelf to move in Heaven's eternal dance ! SYNESIUS . VI . CHRIST . EDEEMER of the Nations , come 6 Life . Heaven 29.
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... dwell ; The Everlasting is their joy and stay ; The Eternal Word Himself to them doth fay , Be thou content . PAUL GERHART , 1670 . XXIV . GOD THE SON . ESUS , Thy boundless love to me , No thought can reach , no tongue declare ; O knit ...
... dwell ; The Everlasting is their joy and stay ; The Eternal Word Himself to them doth fay , Be thou content . PAUL GERHART , 1670 . XXIV . GOD THE SON . ESUS , Thy boundless love to me , No thought can reach , no tongue declare ; O knit ...
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... dwell . Let Charity my steps attend , My fole companion and my friend ! And Faith and Hope farewell ! * ZUINGER . * Mr. Merrick's tranflation of the Latin verfes of Zuinger , and found in Melchior Adamus ' work , " Vitæ Germanorum ...
... dwell . Let Charity my steps attend , My fole companion and my friend ! And Faith and Hope farewell ! * ZUINGER . * Mr. Merrick's tranflation of the Latin verfes of Zuinger , and found in Melchior Adamus ' work , " Vitæ Germanorum ...
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... , If thus Thy bounties gild the fpan Of ruin'd earth and finful man , How glorious must the manfion be , Where Thy redeem'd fhall dwell with Thee ! BISHOP HEBER . I VII . GOD THE SON . HE Lord of. 64 God the Father .
... , If thus Thy bounties gild the fpan Of ruin'd earth and finful man , How glorious must the manfion be , Where Thy redeem'd fhall dwell with Thee ! BISHOP HEBER . I VII . GOD THE SON . HE Lord of. 64 God the Father .
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... dwell with hearts untrue : So fhall ye tread untir'd His pastoral ways , And in the darknefs fing your carol of high praife . KEBLE . XXII . EPIPHANY . RIGHTEST and best of the fons of the Morring , Dawn on our darkness and lend us ...
... dwell with hearts untrue : So fhall ye tread untir'd His pastoral ways , And in the darknefs fing your carol of high praife . KEBLE . XXII . EPIPHANY . RIGHTEST and best of the fons of the Morring , Dawn on our darkness and lend us ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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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.