Matins and Vespers: With Hymns and Occasional Devotional Piecesauthor, sold, 1823 - 255 Seiten |
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Matins and Vespers: With Hymns and Occasional Devotional Pieces John Bowring, Sir Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 235 - We see thy hand ; it leads us, it supports us : We hear thy voice ; it counsels and it courts us : And then we turn away ; and still thy kindness Forgives our blindness.
Seite 114 - FATHER ! thy paternal care Has my guardian been, my guide ! Every hallowed wish and prayer Has thy hand of love supplied ; Thine is every thought of bliss, Left by hours and days gone by ; Every hope thy offspring is, Beaming from futurity. 2 Every sun of splendid ray ; Every moon that shines serene ; Every morn that welcomes day ; Every evening's twilight scene ; Every hour which wisdom brings ; Every incense at thy shrine ; These — and all life's holiest things, And its fairest, — all are thine.
Seite 240 - Through sorrow's night, They needs must come from thee. Say, shall a morning dawn When prison-days are o'er, Whose smiling ray Shall wake a day, 'That night shall cloud no more? Blest hope ! and sure as blest ; Life's shades of misery Shall soon be past, And joy at last Waft us to heaven and thee.
Seite 236 - Where mists and clouds eternal spread Their gloomy veil behind, before, And tempests thunder overhead : Where not a sunbeam breaks the gloom, And not a...
Seite 230 - There is, in every human heart, Some not completely barren part, Where seeds of love and truth might grow, And flowers of generous virtue blow...
Seite 104 - WHAT is our duty here ? To tend From good to better— thence to best : Grateful to drink life's cup — then bend Unmurmuring to our bed of rest ; To pluck the flowers that round us blow, Scattering our fragrance as we go.
Seite 181 - ... with that vast space, Around, above you spread, Where, in the Almighty's face, The present, future, past, hold an eternal place? List to the concert pure Of yon harmonious, countless worlds of light! See, in his orbit sure, Each takes his journey bright, Led by an unseen hand through the vast maze of night! See how the pale Moon rolls Her silver wheel; and, scattering beams afar On Earth's benighted souls, See Wisdom's holy star; Or, in his fiery course, the sanguine orb of War; Or that benignant...
Seite 182 - gainst a weeping world like this,— Nor feel his spirits burn To grasp so sweet a bliss, And mourn that exile hard which here his portion is ? For there, and there alone, Are peace and joy and never-dying love ; There, on a splendid throne, 'Midst all those fires above, In glories and delights which never wane nor move.
Seite 9 - Now the noon, Wearied with sultry toil, declines and falls Into the mellow eve : — the west puts on Her gorgeous beauties — palaces and halls And towers, all carved of the unstable cloud...
Seite 102 - Then turn my wandering thoughts within, To hold communion, Lord ! with Thee ; And, purified from taint of sin And earth's pollutions, let me see Thine image, — for a moment prove, If not Thy majesty, Thy love— That love which over all is shed, Shed on the worthless as the just ; Lighting the stars above our head, And waking, beauty out of dust ; And rolling in its glorious way Beyond the farthest comet's ray. To Him alike the living...