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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... foft words of our Master Chrift , before his coming into the world to die for fallen man . " * Tattingstone Rectory : Eafter , 1861 . * Lamartine , Cours de Litterature . B. W. S. CONTENTS . THE Creator Chrift . God Life Christ . xii ...
... foft words of our Master Chrift , before his coming into the world to die for fallen man . " * Tattingstone Rectory : Eafter , 1861 . * Lamartine , Cours de Litterature . B. W. S. CONTENTS . THE Creator Chrift . God Life Christ . xii ...
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... foft , melodious note Of each aerial warbler's throat : Let tranquil æther , tranquil air , Attend the hymn , attend the prayer ; And deep in ocean's charmed breast , Let all the gathered waters reft ! SYNESIUS . + * The above hymn ...
... foft , melodious note Of each aerial warbler's throat : Let tranquil æther , tranquil air , Attend the hymn , attend the prayer ; And deep in ocean's charmed breast , Let all the gathered waters reft ! SYNESIUS . + * The above hymn ...
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... foft harps stealing ; Trumpets , notes of triumph pealing ; Radiant wings and white ftoles gleaming , Up the steps of glory streaming ; Where the heavenly bells are ringing , Holy , holy , holy ! finging To the mighty Trinity ! Holy ...
... foft harps stealing ; Trumpets , notes of triumph pealing ; Radiant wings and white ftoles gleaming , Up the steps of glory streaming ; Where the heavenly bells are ringing , Holy , holy , holy ! finging To the mighty Trinity ! Holy ...
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... foft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in fign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling , tune His praise . Join voices , all ye living fouls : ye birds , That ...
... foft or loud ; and wave your tops , ye pines , With every plant , in fign of worship wave . Fountains , and ye that warble as ye flow , Melodious murmurs , warbling , tune His praise . Join voices , all ye living fouls : ye birds , That ...
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... foft touch invifible , Around his path are taught to fwell ; — Thou rustling breeze fo fresh and gay , That danceft forth at opening day , And brushing by with joyous wing , Wakeft each little leaf to fing . I Oh ! timely happy , timely ...
... foft touch invifible , Around his path are taught to fwell ; — Thou rustling breeze fo fresh and gay , That danceft forth at opening day , And brushing by with joyous wing , Wakeft each little leaf to fing . I Oh ! timely happy , timely ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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?